A Woman-Hater by Charles Reade
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cheerfully, "Let us take a business view of it. He is gone--gone of his
own accord. Give him your blessing--I have given him mine--and forget him." "Forget him! Never while I live. Is that your advice? Oh, Mr. Ashmead! And the moment I saw your friendly face, I said to myself, 'I am no longer alone: here is one that will help me.'" "And so I will, you may be sure of that," said Ashmead, eagerly. "What is the business?" "The business is to find him. That is the first thing." "But he is in England." "Oh, no; that was eight months ago. He could not stay eight months in any country; besides, there are no gambling-houses there." "And have you been eight months searching Europe for this madman?" "No. At first pride and anger were strong, and I said, 'Here I stay till he comes back to me and to his senses.'" "Brava!" "Yes; but month after month went by, carrying away my pride and my anger, and leaving my affection undiminished. At last I could bear it no longer; so, as he would not come to his senses--" "You took leave of yours, and came out on a wild-goose chase," said |
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