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n’s charity and the tim■e has come to put all this rubbish aside ■and go home to my people with my tail betwe●en my legs. It’s vastly pleasant, I a

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idic●ulous mothers?” Corinna flushed crim■son and her eyes hardened in a■nger. “I suppose every gossi●ping tongue in this horrid littl■e hotel has been wagging. That 霪s why I’m going off now, so that the●y can wag in my absence.” “But my dear P■enthesilea,” said Fortinbras soothi■ngly, “why get so angry? Ev■ery living soul in this horrid hotel is● on your side. They would give their eyes an●d ears to help you and sympathise wit■h you and shew you that they● love you.” “I don’t want their sympa■thy,” said Corinna stubbornly●. “Or any human expression of af■fection or regret? You want just to p●ay your bill like any young woman i●n an automobile who has put up for the n

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    i●ght and go your way?” “No. I ●don’t. But I’ve been damnably treated and ●I want to get away back to Engl■and.” “Who has trea

    ted you damnably h■ere?” asked Fortinbras. “Do■n’t be idiotic,” cried Corinna. “Ev●erybody here has been simply angelic ●to me—even Martin.” “On the whol●e I think I’ve behaved fair●ly decently since we started■ out together,” Martin observed. ● “At any rate you act according to

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    t■he instincts of a gentleman,” she admitted■. Fortinbras leaned back in ●his chair and drew a breath of relief. ● “I’m glad to p

    erceive that this hurried ■departure is not an elopement.” “●Elopement!” she echoed. “D●o you think I’d——” Fortinbras ch■ecked her with his uplifted hand. “Sh! Would■ you like me to tell you in a few w●ords everything that has happene●d?” He bent his intellectual brow u●pon her a

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    nd held her with his■ patient, tired eyes. “Being at the end of yo●ur resources, not desiring to share in■ the vagabond’s pool with M

    artin, ■and losing faith in my professional pledge, yo●u bethink you of the young popinjay with whom, ■in your independent English innocence, ■but to the scandal of his French relatives, ■you have flaunted it in the restaurants and the●atres of Paris. Il vous a conté fleurette. He h●as made

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    his little love to you. A■ll honour and no blame to him. At his age”■—he bowed—“I would have done the sa●me. You correspond on the

    sentimenta●l plane. But in all his correspondence you ■will find not one declaratio■n in form.” Corinna mechanically peele■d off her gloves. Fortinbras drew a ●whiff of his cigarette. He continued●:— “You think of him as a possible husba●nd: I am frank—it is my profession to ■be so. Bu

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