The Wharf by the Docks - A Novel by Florence Warden
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friend."
"What friend?" "I thought you said you had an appointment with some one, and were going to put him off." "Oh, yes. Well, let us go to him now." And Dudley softly opened the outer door. Max perceived that what he proposed was to give Carrie the slip. He drew back a step. "We can't go without telling her, at least _I_ can't. The girl's quite right. It would be safer for her to go with us. For it's an awful place, not fit to trust oneself in." "And you think it would be the safer for the presence with us of one of the gang?" "She is not one of the gang!" cried Max, involuntarily raising his voice. "I'd stake my life on there being no harm in her!" The door of the sitting-room was opened behind them, and Carrie came out. "I couldn't help hearing what you said," she said, quietly. "But you needn't quarrel about me. One of you says there's no harm in me; the other says there is. I dare say you're both right. If you don't want me |
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