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. “It was the night you left Paris. “Lots of ‘em!” Capes chuckled. Hurt beyond what he could imagine by the selfishness and pride of her forbears, whose fateful disputes had robbed her of the life she should have led, the plucky little devil had taken matters into her own hands. He sees men all defiled by coarse thoughts, coarse ways of living cruelties. Then he threw the letter at me. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. Sheppard, faintly. She was asked to meet him after his game Saturday afternoon. Paris is not the place for two young girls. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. It is not the woman who speaks there. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee.
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