In his
face were deep lines that aged it strangely and for the first time I
noticed graying hair about his temples. Suddenly something clutched
my heart queerly, something that cleared unnaming darkness, and
understanding was upon me. Unsteadily my hand went out toward him.
"There is nothing you cannot ask me to do, Selwyn. There is nothing
I would not do to help you."
He lifted my hand to his lips. "There is no one but you I would talk
to of this. You will not misunderstand. If I could not come to
you--"
I drew my hand away. "That's what a woman is for, to--to stand by
when a man needs her." My words came stammeringly. "I heard Harrie
was away. Where is he and why did he go?"
"He's in Texas. He went, I think, because of a mix-up with a girl
here he had no business knowing. There was a row, I believe."
Selwyn frowned, flicked the ashes from his cigar with impatient
movement. "There's no use going into that. I'm not excusing him;
there's no excuse, but so far as that's concerned there's nothing to
be done, so far as I can see.
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