. The Saturday evening post. e her happy, and he assured himselfthat he would be happy enough with he had more than a suspicion thathe lied. During the ten months whichhad elapsed since Pansys disappearance hehad not been happy, though six of them hadbeen passed in the strenuous prosecution ofhis altruistic enterprise amid all the joysof life in London. Deep down in his hearthe knew that he would not be happy withPoppy, even in a brand-new motor car andwith his mother and Priscilla comfortablyestablished and off his mind. Then the image of Pansy rose before him,her warmly pale face, he
. The Saturday evening post. e her happy, and he assured himselfthat he would be happy enough with he had more than a suspicion thathe lied. During the ten months whichhad elapsed since Pansys disappearance hehad not been happy, though six of them hadbeen passed in the strenuous prosecution ofhis altruistic enterprise amid all the joysof life in London. Deep down in his hearthe knew that he would not be happy withPoppy, even in a brand-new motor car andwith his mother and Priscilla comfortablyestablished and off his mind. Then the image of Pansy rose before him,her warmly pale face, her deep, dark eyeswhich had thrilled him so often, her slenderand delightful figure. He had loved her forfour years, and she had loved him. Hersudden disappearance from his life, when itwas plain that the intensive garden in whichhe had invested his gratuity was a failure,had been an even greater shock to him thanthe exploding crump which had put himout of action early in 1918. He had re-covered from the shell shock; he would. /(« Bin Just Litre This Since the Dayt of William the Orange — One of Them Early Dont Mppen to Know Why They Catted Im the Orange f never really recover from the loss of was as if a great part of himself—itseemed the most important part —had beentorn away from him. Poppy and all shestood for could never be more than thesecond best. He ached with that bitterlonging for Pansy from which, in its acuteform, he had been free for three brief reappearance in his life hadbrought it back in all its old acuteness. But his was far too active a soul to wastemuch time in useless regret. He knew thatPansy was inflexible in her resolve not tobe a drag on him. With a deep sigh he dis-missed her image from his mind. Its placewas at once taken by the less attractivefigure of Mr. Albert Bracket, who had beenlurking in the background of his conscious-ness all the evening. There was a youngman who needed a little attention. Antonyflamed wit
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