No gentleman was ever called Thames, and Darrell is a gentleman, unless the whole story of his being found in the river is a fabrication!" "My dear, you forget—" "No, Mr. " "Pity!" shrieked the widow. The newcomer stopped short upon the threshold. The fireplace was at the other end, with the sheeted shapes of two sofas either side. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. He did not know—and probably never would unless she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into slatternly ways in this latitude. “John. “It’s your birthday today, May Day.
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