" He did not reply. He was a business man, pure and simple, his eyes were fastened always upon the practical side of life. He might spend the rest of his days at McClintock's in perfect security. She breathed deeply, and he breathed sympathetically. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. . His hair had begun to gray, his belly had just begun to round. He became a little more personal and intimate. “Not like it’s your fault if you wake up one day and decide you hanker for a nice piece of ass, a ten-minute tumble. “Oh. . ‘I have not asked for this trouble from anyone. It was good to kiss you, even at the price.
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