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I'll take care of Mrs. McQuillen." Doctor Giddings was impressed by this wisdom. "You think you have a chance, Miss Grower?" he asked. He had had a hospital experience. Miss Grower was wont to express optimism in deeds rather than words. "If I didn't think so, I'd ask you to put a little more in your hypodermic next time," she replied. And the doctor went away, wondering . . . . Drink!
McQuillen or Ella Finley might be seen running bareheaded across the street for Miss Grower. Physical force was needed, as the rector discovered on one occasion; physical force, and something more, a dauntlessness that kept Sally Grower in the room after the other women had fled in terror. Then remorse, despondency, another fear.... As the weeks went by, the relapses certainly became fewer.
In moments she lived over again the careless, reckless days when money and good looks had not been lacking, when rich food and wines had been plentiful. And there were other events which Sally Grower and the good-natured Irishwoman, Mrs. McQuillen, not holding the key, could but dimly comprehend. Education, environment, inheritance, character what a jumble of causes!
I'll take care of Mrs. McQuillen." Doctor Giddings was impressed by this wisdom. "You think you have a chance, Miss Grower?" he asked. He had had a hospital experience. Miss Grower was wont to express optimism in deeds rather than words. "If I didn't think so, I'd ask you to put a little more in your hypodermic next time," she replied. And the doctor went away, wondering . . . . Drink!
She was as cheerful as could be yesterday morning, Mrs. McQuillen says." "It might not do any harm to notify the police," replied Hodder, rising. "I'll go around to headquarters now." He was glad of the excuse for action. He could not have sat still. And as he walked rapidly across Burton Street he realized with a pang how much his heart had been set on Kate Marcy's redemption.
One glance at the speechless woman seemed to suffice her for a knowledge of the situation. "Mr. Hodder has brought us a new friend and neighbour, Sally, Miss Kate Marcy. She is to have a room near us, that we may see her often." Hodder watched Miss Grower's procedure with a breathless interest. "Why, Mrs. McQuillen has a room across the street, you know, Mr. Bentley."
McQuillen or Ella Finley might be seen running bareheaded across the street for Miss Grower. Physical force was needed, as the rector discovered on one occasion; physical force, and something more, a dauntlessness that kept Sally Grower in the room after the other women had fled in terror. Then remorse, despondency, another fear . . . . As the weeks went by, the relapses certainly became fewer.
She was as cheerful as could be yesterday morning, Mrs. McQuillen says." "It might not do any harm to notify the police," replied Hodder, rising. "I'll go around to headquarters now." He was glad of the excuse for action. He could not have sat still. And as he walked rapidly across Burton Street he realized with a pang how much his heart had been set on Kate Marcy's redemption.
In moments she lived over again the careless, reckless days when money and good looks had not been lacking, when rich food and wines had been plentiful. And there were other events which Sally Grower and the good-natured Irishwoman, Mrs. McQuillen, not holding the key, could but dimly comprehend. Education, environment, inheritance, character what a jumble of causes!
One glance at the speechless woman seemed to suffice her for a knowledge of the situation. "Mr. Hodder has brought us a new friend and neighbour, Sally, Miss Kate Marcy. She is to have a room near us, that we may see her often." Hodder watched Miss Grower's procedure with a breathless interest. "Why, Mrs. McQuillen has a room across the street, you know, Mr. Bentley."
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