16/30 He was nice enough to me in his way--liked to send round for me to play when they had anybody there--but there was only one reason why I went. the air she breathed! I make no secret of it now; if I made any then, it was because I knew her too well, and feared to lose what I had got. And yet--that brute, that bully, that coarse--" He checked himself by an effort that stained his face a sickly brown in the light of the distant candle. |