I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. ‘I know you, Gerald. Thames Darrell is—" "My husband nicknames him Thames," interrupted Mrs. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. But there was nothing in her bearing that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that possessed her. " "And why not, old saltwater?" inquired Ben, turning a quid in his mouth. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. . . And to think that man got it all out of the poorest little love-story for a respectable titled lady! Have you read of it?” “Never. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace.
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