Five Thousand an Hour : how Johnny Gamble won the heiress by George Randolph Chester
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"That is a very delicate matter to discuss," Loring, with
professional caution, gravely reminded her, fearing that she might mention Gresham's name. "You are quite right," she agreed. "What does Mr. Gamble think about it all?" "Johnny does a lot of thinking and a lot of talking, but you can't hear what he thinks," replied Loring with a smile. "He is outwardly assuming--and where Collaton is certain to have it repeated to him-- that Collaton was merely unfortunate; but I believe he is only waiting for a proof--and then I imagine he will drop on Collaton and whoever is helping him like a ton of pig-iron." "I hope he does!" declared Constance with such sudden vindictiveness that Loring laughed. "You seem to have acquired a violent partisanship," he charged her with a curious smile. "Yes, I have," she admitted with a slight flush. "I like fair play. I believe I have a very even temper, but it angers me to see any one so open and manly and generous as Mr. Gamble made a victim of mean trickery." "He's a handsome boy too," commented Loring, grinning. "Well, suppose he is," she petulantly laughed. "He has a right to be," granted Loring, looking at her with renewed |
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