"
"And what'll we get for the job, yer hon'r?" asked the foremost chairman, who,
like most of his tribe at the time, was an Irishman. God, we suck. His invalid wife and her
money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that
permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine
experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. Her features were still slightly
marked by the disorder alluded to in the description of her as a child,—but that
was the only drawback to her beauty. And they admired Kent
sedulously from the windows. "I've done no more
than my duty, Mrs.
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