It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon insolence and defiance. “I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. It was there in the breast pocket, stiff and legal looking. Hurry. Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs. He had dungarees on and a blue work shirt.
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