JULIA BRIDE
sudden glare. "Glad to swear they never had anything to do with such a creature? Then I'd be glad to swear they had lots!"
His persuasive smile, though confessing to bewilderment, insisted. "Why, my love, they've got to swear either one thing or the other."
"They've got to keep out of the way—that's their view of it, I guess," said Julia. "Where are they, please—now that they may be wanted? If you'd like to hunt them up for me you're very welcome." With which, for the moment, over the difficult case, they faced each other helplessly enough. And she added to it now the sharpest ache of her despair. "He knows about Murray Brush. The others"—and her pretty white-gloved hands and charming pink shoulders gave them up—"may go hang!"
"Murray Brush—?" It had opened Mr. Pitman's eyes.
"Yes yes; I do mind him."
"Then what's the matter with his at least rallying—?"
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