25/35 I was never anything to Mel but a friend. She was only a girl--seventeen when I left home." "So help me God!" muttered Iden, and he covered his face with his hands. Lane, if you're not drunk, you're crazy." "Not at all. Why, Mr.Iden, I'm perfectly rational. Why, I'd glory in making that splendid girl a little happier, if it's possible." "I drove my--my girl from her mother--her home," said Iden, slowly. |