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He had come in after dinner and found Miss M'Gann in his room, calling upon Alves. She had brought Dresser with her. He was well dressed, his hair was cut to a conventional length, and he carried a silk hat altogether a different person from the slouchy, beery man who had grumbled at McNamara and Hills. Sommers's glance must have said something of this, for Dresser began to explain,
"You had better go now," she said to the woman more calmly. "I shall let Dr. Sommers know what your story is. He will answer you." "Better not tell him," the woman replied, with a laugh. "He knows all he wants to or I'd 'a' gone to him at once. When he hears about the scrape, he'll run and leave you. You ain't married, anyway!" "Go," Alves implored. Mrs. Ducharme rose and stood irresolutely.
It was possible, also, that the night of Preston's death she had not known what she was doing. His resentment gave place to disgust. The sole question was what to do with her. She would talk, probably, and in some way he must avoid that danger for a few days, at least. Then it would not matter to Alves or to him what she said.
"How can he say that!" Sommers dropped his arm. "Who told you that Alves was not my wife?" he asked drearily. "Every one knows it. Lindsay has the whole story. You " "Don't say anything more," Sommers interrupted sternly. "You are too nasty to kill." His tone was quiet. He seemed to be questioning himself what he should do.
Alves Preston is a mere thing that eats and sleeps. She will be that kind of thing as long as she lives." "That is romantic rot," the doctor observed coldly. "No life is ruined in that way. One life has been wrecked; but you, you are bigger than that life. You can recover bury it away and love and have children and find that it is a good thing to live.
Sommers returned to the temple, feeling assured that the next few hours would not be disturbed by the ill-omened creature. This vulgar, brutal act had to be performed; he had been preparing himself for it since daylight, when his mind had resumed the round of cause and effect that answers for life. It was over now, and he could return to Alves.
Dresser was doubtful whether the good, energetic young clerk could repeat in these days the experience of the manager of the B. P. T. The two women took part in the argument, and finally Alves summed the matter up: "If we could, all of us would be rich, and then we should feel like the rich, and want to keep what we could.
Leonard, having surrendered the pasteboard box to Miss M'Gann, grasped Mrs. Preston's hand. "Alves," he began, and stopped. Even he could feel that the commonplaces of the occasion were not in order. "Alves, you know how mighty fond of you I am." She smiled tranquilly. Her air of calm reserve mystified the watchful young doctor. The clergyman returned, followed by Mrs. Ducharme and Anna Svenson.
As Sommers left the Athenian Building, his mind reverted to the talk with the brokers. He was glad that he had undertaken to save Webber from his loss. Alves would have liked it. Miss M'Gann had been kind to her when she was learning how to teach. Probably Webber would lose the money in some other venture, but he would do what he could to save the clerk's little capital now.
Mavis sat up. "'Ave a drink?" asked her benefactor. "No, thank you." "I don't mind a drop out of business hours, when I feel I've earned it, as you might say. I've got a quartern in a bottle. If I'd expected visitors, I'd have got more, but I'll go 'alves." "No, thank you," repeated Mavis. "Ah!
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