He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. ” “Some little tiff?” “No; but I don’t think I shall see them. How are you?” “I’m fine,” she said, unaware of all events except for the voice on the other line. It was as though he were personally aggrieved. And, if it had not been for a taste for plotting, which was continually getting him into scrapes, he might have been accounted a respectable member of society.
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