God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. He made it more and more evident to her that her proper course was not to earn a salary but to accumulate equipment. He did not have to. ‘Oh, the Frenchie. Ruth?" "Why the devil not? Why do you suppose she married you if she didn't love you? While you read I watched her face. He took up his hat and went. 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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