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“Home, of course,” she answered. Montague Hill was taken for the millionaire once or twice, and I suppose it flattered his vanity. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. “It’s like this,” he said, and dragged a stool beside her and sat down with his elbow four inches from hers and made a sketch. She shot a sudden glance at him. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. ” Part 9 “All sorts of things we’re going to do,” said Capes; “all sorts of times we’re going to have.
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