This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 Excerpt: ...to the fact. "I preferred not to bow," she said. "But why?" "Just because. Why do you bother about it, Hugh?" "Well, it strikes me as strange that you should cut a fellow whom you've nothing against. Do you know--or did you know him well? I've never heard you speak about him." "I don't remember ever speaking to you ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 Excerpt: ...to the fact. "I preferred not to bow," she said. "But why?" "Just because. Why do you bother about it, Hugh?" "Well, it strikes me as strange that you should cut a fellow whom you've nothing against. Do you know--or did you know him well? I've never heard you speak about him." "I don't remember ever speaking to you about him," she replied, rather awkwardly, it seemed to me. "Was he--ahem!--before my time?" I inquired, struck with an idea. "Before your time? What do you mean, Hugh?" "I mean--er--was he a victim, Ethel?" She did not answer, and I fancied she colored faintly. "You've told me about the others, dear, haven't you?" I asked, softly. "What others?" "The other victims--I mean the fellows who used to hang around. You've told me about them?" Ethel nodded. "There were twenty-eight, weren't there?" "I never counted." "But I did. And I think you might as well have told me about the twentyninth. Why didn't you?" "I--I couldn't tell you, Hugh," she said, gazing at the captain on the bridge. "You couldn't tell me?" I said, with a sudden uncomfortable feeling. "Was it--er--too serious?" "Oh, don't worry about it," she replied, impatiently, her eyes still refusing to meet mine. For fully a minute I kept miserable silence. Then I whispered, "Was he awfully fond of you?" No answer. "Did--did you like him, Ethel?" Again no answer. "I suppose," I remarked, gloomily, "that I can't expect to be the--the only one?" Still no answer. And just then the young man with the golf-club strolled past. He appeared as if he didn't care--as if he didn't even rec...
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