Accounts were now always where he could put his hand on them. “Lucy, that is so sad. “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. “But you’re dating Mike now, and I’m dating John. I guess those books are okay because they are fiction. Afterwards we started for a motor ride to a place outside Paris for déjeuner, and I suppose the man’s nerve failed him. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all.
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