“My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. The scanty furniture of the rooms corresponded with their dungeon-like aspect. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. "Strange!" he continued, as if talking to himself. How I could have been such a fool I’ll never know. And as she was yet waiting for her tea to come she saw this man again. . She's my mealticket. ” He said.
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