“Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse
me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. “Okay, I guess. The family always managed to make it home for
supper, even though it was a dying custom. As a sex you’re a little under-trained—in affairs. It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. I was sure
you could not have the heart to slay a child—an innocent child. She thought
of her aunt and that purse that was dropped on the table, and of many
troublesome and ill-requited kindnesses; she thought of the help of the Widgetts,
of Teddy’s admiration; she thought, with a new-born charity, of her father, of
Manning’s conscientious unselfishness, of Miss Miniver’s devotion. By and by she heard the screen door. He was a young man of
about two-and-twenty, who, without having anything remarkable either in dress
or appearance, was yet a noticeable person, if only for the indescribable
expression of cunning pervading his countenance.
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