If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. Stanley took the letter and stood with it in his hand thoughtfully for a time. “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. A familiar figure was making his way towards them. And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. Agreeably he helped her take the shirt off. “I’m being honest with you. From now on, you’re going to listen to me for a change. You see, I have had to look after myself so long that I have developed a terrible bump of independence. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. Love lives on a higher plane. Before you go I'll give you a list of books to read. " "And do you think I'll allow you to depart," cried Jonathan in a menacing tone, "and compromise my safety? No, no.
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