Crimm's advice?" I seemed pushing the girl
I'd heard talking to Mrs. Mundy behind me. "He hasn't been able to
find Etta Blake yet. Do you suppose her disappearance could have any
connection with Harrie's? It may be he really loves her."
Selwyn turned away. "Love is hardly a term to be used in connection
with an acquaintanceship such as theirs. A girl with a past,
possibly--"
"How about his past?"
"I think you understand pretty well my opinion of his past. But as
long as theories yield to accepted custom a man's past will be
forgotten, a woman's remembered. Harrie, if married, would be
received anywhere, provided he married a woman of his world. This
little girl would have to pay her price and his, were she his wife,
for no one would receive her. That's hardly the question before us,
however. To find where Harrie is, find if anything is wrong, if he's
ill--"
The sharp, sudden ringing of the telephone on the table behind me
made me start, and, jumping up like a frightened child, I stood close
to Selwyn. "Who on earth-- It's half past twelve.
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