He extended his hand, and upon recognizing the handwriting, turned deadly white.

"I'd like to be alone," said he without looking up.

When he sent for her a little while later, and she sat opposite him, he said: "I'd rather not speak of--of--Miss Grandoken again. Will you give me a drink, Molly?" And the woman noted the hurt look in his eyes.




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