CHAPTER XXVII. “A man can smoke, a man can swear; A man scores always, everywhere. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. Her linen gown was soft against the heavy skins. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones. “Mr.
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