Fenwick's Career by Mrs. Humphry Ward
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'Phoebe--old Morrison's offered to lend me some money.'
Phoebe started. 'I--I thought perhaps he had.' 'And he wants me to go to London at once.' 'You've _got_ the money?' 'In my pocket'--he laid his hand upon it. Then he laughed: 'He didn't pay me for the portrait, though. That's like him. And of course I couldn't ask for it.' A silence. Fenwick turned round and took one of her hands. 'Well, little woman, what do you think? Are you going to let me go and make my fortune?--our fortune?' 'As if I could stop you!' she said, hoarsely. 'It's what you've wanted for months.' [Illustration: _Husband and Wife_] 'Well, and if I have, where's the harm? We can't go on living like this!' And he began to talk, with great rapidity, about the absurdity of |
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