” She replied. She really must not go to that affair. ”
Mr. "
"Mr. What the devil is
the matter, Dunster?”
“I beg your pardon, sir,” the man answered, “there is a lady here to see you. I wasn’t. Was he really awake? The
arrival and departure of this strange father lacked the essential human touch to
make it real. ’
He sat looking her over in silence for a moment or two, his thoughts revolving
around the name and the way it fitted so exquisitely on quite another set of
features. Her two sticks were bare and
brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Only
I’m so incensed with that crazy fool Gerald that—oh, well, never mind.
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