" The Wastrel laughed. ’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key. “You may go on with that work,” he said, “so long as you keep in harmony with things at home. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had.
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