"Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. After all, why should I care what strangers think?" Ruth asked with sudden heat. ” Chapter XXV THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room with a deferential little gesture. There was another little thing he had to say. Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up the word divorce. She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done. Her blood spurted into his mouth and he drank. O'Higgins struck a match and lit his Henry Clay, thereby drawing upon himself the mutual disapproval of the spinsters. “I do not lay claim,” he continued, “to any remarkable amount of insight, but it is possible, is it not, that I have stumbled upon your present cause of distress. We can take our things up with us and stay at the Continental or the Ritz. The three young men exchanged expressive glances. .
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