Vee’s all right. There’s hardly a night she doesn’t sneak out of the house. It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace. I ought to be able to think things out. She became eager to explain herself, to show herself in the right light. Men in this part of the world drink to forget the things they have lost. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. Man or woman. He must not in any way call their attention to it. ” “Oh, Lucy, I never have stopped thinking about you since the first day I walked you home. ” “You would let him—knowing—all that you know?” “Why not? She is my flesh and blood. " "And all the time you loved her?"—appalled.
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