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This man Gatewood, who between ourselves was a damned scoundrel" the colonel winced "this man Gatewood had a friend who threw money and business in his way a planter he was, same as Gatewood. A sort of partnership existed between the pair.
It meant a thousand dollars to her " He shrugged his shoulders, looked up, and, as though rather surprised to see Gatewood still there, smiled an impersonal smile and offered his hand in adieu. Gatewood winced. "Could I I see Miss Southerland?" he asked. "I am afraid not. She is at this moment following my instructions to but that cannot interest you now " "Yes, it does! if you don't mind.
Flushed, earnest, a trifle out of breath with his own eloquence, Gatewood waved his hand to indicate a Ciceronian period, adding, as Kerns's incredulous smile broadened: "Say splash again, and I'll put you at his mercy!" "Ker-splash! dear friend," observed Kerns pleasantly.
Kerns, would never of his own volition go near that same Marjorie Manners who had flirted with him to the very perilous verge before she told him why she was going to England and who, now a widow, had returned with her five-year-old daughter to dwell once more in the city of her ancestors. Kerns had said very simply: "She has spoiled women for me all except you, Mrs. Gatewood.
"Perhaps I had better tell you," she suggested, her color rising a little under his scrutiny. "Is it eighteen? Just her age!" "Twenty-one, Mr. Gatewood and you said you didn't know her age." "I have just remembered that I thought it might be eighteen; but I dare say I was shy three years in her case, too. You may put it down at twenty-one."
She absently wrote on her pad: "He doesn't dare tell me now." Then, with head still bent, she lifted her mischief-making, trouble-breeding brown eyes to his once more. "I am to come here, of course, to consult you?" he asked dizzily. "Mr. Keen will receive you " "He may be busy." "He may be," she repeated dreamily. "So I'll ask for you." "We could write you, Mr. Gatewood."
"This young man, Gatewood," said the Tracer, clearing his voice of its hoarseness "this young man ought to be all right, if I did not misjudge his father years ago, child, years ago. And he is all right " He half turned toward a big letter-file; "his record is clean, so far. The trouble with him is idleness. He ought to marry." "Isn't he trying to?" she asked. "It looks like it.
He said you would probably come, and he begged us to strain every effort in your behalf, because, he said, your happiness absolutely depended upon our finding for you the woman you were seeking. . . . And I tried very hard and now she's found. You admit that and now you say " "I say that one of these balmy summer days I'll assassinate Tommy Kerns!" broke in Gatewood.
He of the buttons knocked again to take the edge off before he entered; then opened the door and unburdened himself as follows: "Mr. Gatewood, sir, Mr. Kerns's compliments, and wishes to know if 'e may 'ave 'is coffee served at your tyble, sir." Gatewood, before the mirror, gave a vicious twist to his tie, inserted a pearl scarf pin, and regarded the effect with gloomy approval. "Say to Mr.
"I miss Virginia, but Shiela compensates when she can find time from her breathless pleasure chase to give me an hour or two at tea-time. "And Cecile, too, is very charming, and I know she likes me. Such a coquette! She has her own court among the younger set; and from her very severe treatment of young Gatewood on all occasions I fancy she may be kinder to him one day. "Mrs.
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