They chatted pleasantly as he drove around the neighborhood for a half an hour, then stopped by the Diedermayer house. She watched for five minutes until he completely disappeared over Pine Crest, past the yellow fire hydrant and the dented stop sign. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it. “I shall come back, if at all, a new man. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky. She still had her letter of credit. That can be very useful, that. I have an idea that you are in some sort of trouble. To-night all London believes that he was your husband. I am a physician first, which gives the man in me a secondary part.
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