In his condition the boy apparently had been as safe as in the lock-up. “What can you do?” she asked. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. ” “I promise. " "Pity!" shrieked the widow.
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