In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. Jim is up to the neck in Mahatmas and Theosophy and Higher Thought and rot—writes letters worse than Alice. She doesn't understand; she believes he has taken a sudden dislike to her. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. “Why, it’s David!” he exclaimed. Mr. You will be—my wife.
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