The Old Mint. . ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. She thought of leaving the Beck house less and less these days, though the suitcase remained packed underneath her creaky bed. " "Keep it," said Trenchard, haughtily. ” “Why did you keep her all of these years? What good can it do?” “She created me, Lucia. I’m a Socialist, Miss Stanley. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals.
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