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CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. “Had the pleasure of dining with you at the ‘Ambassador’s’ one night, before the show, you know—last September I think it was. "The chief of the detective agency informed me that it would be best not to let Mr. You climb by disappointing men. Put your arms around her and tell her you love her. "What?—help take care of him? Why, you can't do that, Miss Enschede!" was the protest. Good riddance to bad rubbish. " The foregoing conversation, having been conducted throughout in a low tone, and apart, had not reached the ears of Mr. ’ The fury welled. She is a woman chosen in youth for her beauty and her intelligence. I know nothing about this affair, but some one has been burning documents. We are both graduates of Yale. None this end. What he intended to do with it is of little consequence now.
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