Drummond smoked his cigarette meditatively. She could not speak. He wasn't satisfied with an assured income from the paper-mills your grandfather left us. She held out her arms to him and smiled. The expression, however, which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound melancholy. He would always be her friend, too.
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