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never look at her again. She's asking for trouble too,
and she'll get it before long, and it'll serve her riglu-I
haven't a bit of sympathy for her. I wouldn't behave to
a boy like that, I don't care who he was, not if I'd never
liked him at all and he was always follering me round
and all that. And look at the way she went and en-
couraged you at the first, making herself as cheap as any-
thing—that ought to have told you, but of course bovs
can never see that."

"I can see it now," said Turgis, with the air of a man
purged and purified by great suffering, a pale romantic
figure.

"Boys haven't a bit of sense like that," she cried in-
dignantly. "And you were just as silly as the rest, in that
business. Mind you, I can see there's a good excuse for
you, 'cos a girl like that, with her father so well off and
able to have all the clothes she wants and make herself
look nice all the time—course you think it's all natural,
her looking like that, but it's having the money and
nothing else to do that does it-well, there is some
excuse, and I admit it. Fancy you going on with Mr.
Golspie's daughter like that! And I never knew! Doesn't
it just show you?"

Undoubtedly it did. They continued a little longer,
dramatically and not unpleasantly, in this strain, and
then Miss Sellers asked what time it was, and Turgis,
instead of telling her the time, said: "Just a minute.
Don't go. I want to give my landlady some of this
money, and I'd rather not keep her waiting for it. I'll
be back in half a minute."

Mrs. Pelumpton, who was making tea, was very
pleased to see the money.

'This young lady works in the same office, you see,"