” “Any one could see that the girls were ladies,” Ennison murmured. Had he had the child to think of, he might have recovered from his grief at Mary’s death. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. Fifty in advance. ” “I don’t understand.
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