“I do not blame him. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes. The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned. . . "What did you do?" he asked, in a broken voice. ’ ‘But what of justice?’ asked Lucilla, evidently dazed. “I knew of course that you were at the Montressor’s, but I had no idea that it was a music hall party afterwards. It’s—it’s a social difference. Send for Mr. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe.
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