Will you not, brother?" "Promise," said a deep voice in Trenchard's ear. "Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. “You were talking to that fellow Ramage to-day—in the Avenue. “I have given it up,” she answered. Hilary could not have suggested such a thing. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. If we were to wait till a prig was rightfully nabbed, we might tarry till doomsday. Then, after Capes had been through her work and had gone on, it came to her that the fabric of this life of hers was doomed to almost immediate collapse; that in a little while these studies would cease, and perhaps she would never set eyes on him again. It doesn't look bad, does it?" "Mercy, no! That wasn't the thought. As she drew off her skirt she felt something in the pocket, and remembered the letter which the commissionaire at the Carlton had given her. "What's that?" ejaculated the ruffian, glancing uneasily towards the window.
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