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She met his gaze steadily, for half a minute, then tears abruptly filled her eyes, and she lowered her gaze to the floor. "Thank you, Jerold," she murmured, and a thrill went straight to his heart. "I am very much worried, and very unhappy but I haven't done anything wrong and nothing like that! not even a wicked thought like that! I loved my uncle very dearly."
What if you do insist upon performing your ablutions at the kitchen sink, and using the same towel with the servants, and help yourself of the edibles 'way across the table, though Sally does her best to get your plate so as to wait upon you? Watch your wife, Jerold Flin. Don't you see how easy this gentility sits upon her; and were you not born and bred in as good a station as she?
"This is Aunt Jill," she said, by way of introduction and explanation. "Aunty, this is my husband, Jerold." Aunt Jill had backed away from the door to let them enter. Garrison realized at once that Dorothy's marriage had excited much antagonism in the breasts of both these relatives. A sudden accession of boldness came upon him, in his plan to protect the girl.
"That letter is an old one," he replied to Robinson calmly. "Look at the date. It's a bit of ancient history, long since altered." "There is no date!" the old man shrilled in glee; and he was right. Garrison's reply was never uttered. The door behind him abruptly opened, and there stood Dorothy, radiant with color and beauty. "Why, Jerold!" she cried. "Why, when did you come?
Before he could move, a stunning, superbly gowned girl, with bare neck and shoulders that were the absolute perfection of beauty, came boldly up to where the visitor stood. The others had ceased their laughter. "Jerold! how good of you to come!" said the girl, and, boldly patting his face with her hand, she quickly darted from him, while the others laughed with glee.
"Why, how do you do, Cousin Jerold?" he said, cordially extending his hand. "Come right in. I'm delighted to see you." Garrison had expected any reception but this. He felt his old dislike of the Robinsons return at once. There was nothing to do, however, but to enter. "Is Dorothy " he started. "Won't you go right up?" interrupted Theodore. "I believe you are not unexpected."
With the hum of New York above, below, and all about him, stirring his pulses and prodding his mental activities, Jerold Garrison, expert criminologist, stood at the window of his recently opened office, looking out upon the roofs and streets of the city with a new sense of pride and power in his being. New York at last!
"Yes," she admitted, "I have been to others and they wouldn't do. I came in here because of the name Jerold. I am sorry you are not better acquainted for my business is important." "Perhaps if I knew the nature of your needs I might be able to advise you," said Garrison. "I hope to be more widely acquainted soon."
He merely said: "Good-night and Heaven bless you, Dorothy." She answered: "Good-night, Jerold," and gave him her hand. He held it for a moment the riches of the world. And when he had gone they felt they had divided, equally, a happiness too great for terrestrial measurement. Garrison slept the sleep of physical exhaustion that night in Branchville.
Kenyon, the two numbers of Jerold Douglas's magazine, and I wish 'by that same sign' I could invoke your presence and advice on a letter I received this morning.
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