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“Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. "I don't see why I should be obliged to pay for doing my duty. Some of their specimens—wonderfully selected, wonderfully got up. “Then what did you do?” Lucy’s eyes leveled with her. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him, and think about him, and fail to get away from him? “It isn’t all of me. " "No," answered the ruffian, moodily. The man who staggers, whose face is flushed, whose attitude is either noisily friendly or truculent, has some chance; liquor bends him eventually. Where her husband saw only two youngsters in the mating mood, she felt that tragedy in some phase lurked in this room—if only in the loneliness of these two, without kith or kin apparently, thousands of miles from home. Oddly, he was seldom angry with her as Gianfrancesco would have been. I would have liked to know. There was nothing left now of the selfassured, prosperous man of affairs. ’ ‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. “Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely. “The things involved in it are,” he answered gravely. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance.
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