CHAPTER XXIII. She drank her glass of wine, however, and clanked glasses good-naturedly with Mr. ” She made her glasses glint. What about them?” He called a hansom. “Martin, you realize that I’m dating someone, don’t you?” She knew his reply before he uttered it. “Yes. To-morrow at twelve I'll be with you, Mr. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. She answered in whispers, for there was the white arm of a woman in the next box peeping beyond the partition within a yard of him. I didn’t believe him and I said so. "That's all right. ‘Come, cry a truce. He sent me home. Over here men drink because they are lonely; and when they drink too hard and too long, they wind up on the beach. "I understand," she said.
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