Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. . “I have the right to be here. " "But I'm a poor man. " O'Higgins emptied an inside pocket—and purposely let the battered photograph fall to the ground. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship; and I am no friend of this Wastrel. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII. He looked no longer at his wife. You're the first widow I ever heard of who could withstand that lure. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. He will tell you confidentially that he simply hates the place. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical.
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