The Spread Eagle and Other Stories by Gouverneur Morris
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"Would you leave me alone with them?" asked Ballin. "Of course," said Forrest. Ballin opened an old-fashioned safe in the paneling and locked it upon the despoiling documents. Yet his heart, in spite of its dread and bitterness, was warmed by the trustfulness of the despoiler. "And now what?" he said. "And now," said Forrest, "remember for a little while only that I am, let us say, an old friend of your youth. Forget for the present, if you can, who else I am, and what my recrudescence must mean to you. It is not a happiness"--he faltered with his winning smile--"to give pain." II "Your father," said Forrest, "says that I may have his seat at the head of the table. You see, Miss Dorothy, in the world in which I have lived there were no families. And I have the strongest desire to experiment in some of those things which I have missed.... Ballin," he exclaimed, "how lovely your daughters are!" The young Earl of Moray glanced up mischievously. "Do you think, sir," he drawled, "that I have made the best selection |
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