“An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. Hurrying down the Haymarket, he was arrested by a crowd who were collected round a street-singer. Then he released her hand, and sat back a little, appearing to concentrate his thoughts on her face. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. It was something that would create a mutual claim, a relationship. Unexpectedly he found himself speeding toward the father. Then—then we shall be together. . "By George!" he exclaimed. Slowly and reluctantly she came to realize that Vivie Warren was what is called an “ideal.
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