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"Yes; I dare say she sees my husband, if that's what you mean; and I don't mind he's nothing to me now." Mr. Wagge's face became further complicated by the sensations of a husband. "Well," he said, "it's not to be wondered at, perhaps, in the circumstances. I'm sure I always thought " Gyp interrupted swiftly. "Please, Mr. Wagge please! Will you give me Daisy's address?" Mr.
"No; tell me, please." Rosek shrugged his shoulders. "There is a man called Wagge, an undertaker the father of someone you know " "Daphne Wing?" "Yes. A child is coming. They have made her tell. It means the cancelling of her engagements, of course and other things." Gyp uttered a little laugh; then she said slowly: "Can you tell me, please, what this Mr. Wagge can do?"
Gyp, who had listened with her head a little bent, raised it suddenly, and said: "There'll be no public disgrace, Mr. Wagge, unless you make it yourself. If you send Daphne Daisy quietly away somewhere till her trouble's over, no one need know anything." Mr.
She's a very headstrong woman, but capable, I don't deny. Daisy's very weak. Oh, it IS upsetting! And now I suppose there'll have to be a burial. There really seems no end to it. And all because of of that man." And Mrs. Wagge turned away again to cry into her handkerchief. Feeling she could never say or do the right thing to the poor lady, Gyp stole out.
Wagge remained a moment in deep thought; then he said, in a gruff, jerky voice: "Seventy-three Comrade Street, So'o. Up to seeing him there on Tuesday, I must say I cherished every hope. Now I'm sorry I didn't strike him he was too quick for me " He had raised one of his gloved hands and was sawing it up and down.
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