‘Well, sir, if I’ve to choose betwixt
him and you, I’ll take you, no question. Ain't he, Madam?'"
"He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that. "But, let me tell you,
it's not a pleasant sight to see the girl one likes in the arms of another. She killed every month, twelve a year, and
was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle
aged men. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew,
could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the
almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. Pray, walk in.
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