"Why didn't you come out when I called you, you young dog?" cried Quilt in a savage tone. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York…. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. The blouse dried nicely, it would only need a touch of starch and a little ironing. ‘Dieu du ciel, but answer me!’ Martha’s eyes were swimming again, and she reached out. “It isn’t a joke,” she said.
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