In Friendship's Guise by Wm. Murray Graydon
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"You know that I can't." "Yes, you can. You have lots of friends--they won't refuse you." "But I hate to ask them. Of course, Jimmie Drexell would gladly loan me a few pounds--" "Then go to him," pleaded Diane, as she hung on his neck and stopped his protests with a shower of kisses. "Go and get the money, Jack, dear--you can pay it back when your remittance comes. And we will have such a jolly day! I am sure you don't want to work." Jack hesitated, and finally gave in; it was hard for him to resist a woman's tears and entreaties--least of all when that woman was his fascinating little wife. A moment later he was in the street, walking rapidly toward the studio of his American friend and fellow-artist, Jimmie Drexell. "How Diane twists me around her finger!" he reflected ruefully. "I hate these rows, and they have been more frequent of late. When she is in a temper, and lets loose with her tongue, she is utterly repulsive. But I forget everything when she melts into tears, and then I am her willing slave again. I wonder sometimes if she truly loves me, or if her affection depends on plenty of money and pleasure. Hang it all! Why is a man ever fool enough to get married?" * * * * * On a corner of the Boulevard St. Michel and a cross street there is a |
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