The Second Honeymoon by Ruby Mildred Ayres
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Jimmy; she seemed to love him all the more now that he was all that was
left to her. Jimmy realised it, too, and it worried him. He meant to be good to her--he wanted to be good to her; but--involuntarily he glanced towards the blank space on the mantelshelf where Cynthia Farrow's portrait used to stand. He had not seen her since that night when she had told him the truth; when she had told him that she had thrown him over because he was not rich enough, because she valued diamonds and beautiful clothes more than she valued his love. He wondered if she knew of his engagement; if she had been told about it, and if so--whether she minded. So far nobody had seemed particularly pleased except the Great Horatio, who had cabled that he was delighted, and that he was making immediate arrangements to increase Jimmy's allowance. Jimmy had smiled grimly over that part of the message; it was hard luck that the Great Horatio should only shell out now, when--when--he pulled up his thoughts sharply; he tried to remember that he was already almost as good as a married man; he had no right to be thinking of another woman; he was going to marry Christine. The door opened; Costin reappeared. "Please, sir--a lady to see you." "What!" Jimmy stared incredulously. "A lady to see me? Rot! It's some mistake----" |
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