He really couldn't help it.

Varick was such a thoroughly good fellow! "I wonder," said Varick hesitatingly, "if I could get a copy of that Sunday paper?
I feel that it's the sort of thing that ought to be stopped--don't you, Panton ?" "I'm quite sure it didn't appear again in the same paper, or I should have heard of it again.

That one particular copy did end by going the whole round of Redsands.

I went on hearing about it for, I should think,--well, right up to when I left home." A rush of blind, unreasoning rage was shaking Varick.

Curse the woman! What a brute she must be, to take his money, and go on annoying him in this way.