” “What case?” “A divorce—or something—I don’t know. Her glasses moved quickly as her glance travelled from face to face. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely. The hard work will be his, until we yank this young fellow back from the brink. She went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable conclusions. Please sit down, Miss —dear me, I haven’t asked you your name yet. Imagine her, putting herself to all this delay and inconvenience for a young wastrel she did not know and who, the moment he got on his feet, would doubtless pass out of her life without so much as Thank you! And it was ten to one that she would not comprehend the ingratitude. I’ve—dreads.
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