“Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. ” He cried traitorously. He was going to settle I forget how many millions upon me, and I think that I was dazzled. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. Was she so fearful still? Roding shrugged and grimaced. I would have liked to know.
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