The Man and the Moment by Elinor Glyn
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have the ghost of a chance if you are still unmarried when poor Maurice
dies!" Michael bounded from his chair once more. He was perfectly furious--furious with the situation--furious with the woman--furious with himself. "Confound it, Henry, I--know it--but it does not mend matters your ranting there--and I am so sorry for the poor chap--Maurice, I mean--a very decent fellow, poor Maurice! Can't you suggest any way out?" Mr. Fordyce mused a moment, while he deliberately puffed smoke, Michael's impatience increasing so that he ran his hands through his dark, smooth hair, whose shiny, immaculate brushing was usually his pride! "Can't you suggest a way out?" he reiterated. Mr. Fordyce did not reply--then after a moment: "You were always too much occupied with women, Michael--from your first scrape when you left Eton; and over this affair you have been a complete fool." Michael was heard to swear again. "You have been inconsistent, too, because you did not even employ your usual ruthless methods of doing what you pleased with them. You have simply drifted into allowing this vile creature's cobwebs to cling on to your whole existence until you are almost paralyzed, and it seems to me that an immediate marriage with someone else is your only way of escape. Such a waste of your life! Just analyze the position. You have |
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