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none of us'd do a day's good afther it " 



he faltered and sobbed. 



Glasgow knew enough of the man to take 

 him quietly. He looked at him as he stood 

 in the moonlight with the tears running 

 down his hairy cheeks, and walked away. 

 He had not gone far when the imperative 

 sting of a bicycle bell made him move to one 

 side with the resentment inevitably roused 

 in the pedestrian by that sound. Looking 

 back he saw Lady Susan French skimming 

 past Tom Quin; a wheeled apparition that 

 must have been as startling to him as an 

 Apocalyptic vision. Glasgow had dined at 

 French's Court the night before, and, as he 

 took off his cap, Lady Susan recognized him. 



" How-de-do V she called out, and jumped 

 off, " I must take things easy and give my 

 husband a chance. He was pounded by 

 that awful hill outside Letter Kyle. Would 

 you lead my bike 1 Thanks, awfully." 



