‘Please to sit, monsieur. There would be no mercy in this man. His invalid wife and her money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. Perhaps you'll call that charity: I call it defeating the ends of justice. She had paid her bill, and she had enough left in her purse to pay many such. ‘From the convent, where else?’ ‘It does not strike me that you can possibly have been in a convent.
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