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now. 'e 'ad to go, Miss, fer his little boy was took sick last night and callin' for 'im. So 'e made up the errant. But it'll cost us both our place, y' know, Miss!"
The man's voice shook. Hunt was very near them now, walking hard.
"I'd no business to leave, I know—will you h'overlook it for once, Miss, and keep mum?" the man pleaded.
"All right, Gleggson—all right," she said wearily, "I won't tell."
Confused, disappointed, and yet with a curious sense of joy in the joy of the two even now rounding the corner, she leaned back in the brougham.
"I'm afraid he'll go to Harvard, anyway," she sighed.
