Vane of the Timberlands by Harold Bindloss
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page 117 of 389 (30%)
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"You want pulling up, after the way you have been indulging in a reckless extravagance which, I feel compelled to point out, is new to you. The check drawn in favor of Gerald Chisholm rather astonished me. Have you said anything about it to his relatives?" "I haven't." "Then, judging by the little I saw of him, I should consider it most unlikely that he has made any allusion to the matter. The next check was even more surprising--I mean the one you gave his father." "They were both loans. Chisholm offered me security." "Unsalable stock, or a mortgage on property that carries another charge! Have you any idea of getting the money back?" "What has that to do with you?" Carroll spread out his hands. "Only this: It strikes me that you need looking after. We can't stay here indefinitely. Hadn't you better get back to Vancouver before your English friends ruin you?" "I'll go in three or four weeks; not before." Carroll sat silent a minute or two, and then looked his companion squarely in the face. |
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