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Douglas, Norman, 1868-1952

"South Wind"


"It's all in the family," they said. "Come and break some more!"
That was the way they ran the place, as regards drinks. The quality of
the refreshments, too, was quite out of the common. As for the girls
themselves--their admirers were legion. They could have married anyone
they pleased, had it not been more in accordance with the interests of
their business, to say nothing of the personal inclinations, to have
only lovers.
As Marten disappeared under that hospitable doorway, I flashed through
the mind of Denis that Eames was a confirmed recluse; he might not like
being disturbed in the morning.
Besides, he was probably at work.
He thought of going to see the bishop. There was a glamour in the name.
To be a bishop! His mother had sometimes suggested the Church, or at
least politics as a career for him, if poetry should fail. But this one
was so matter-of-fact and unpretentious in his clothing, his opinions.
A broken-down matrimonial agent, Don Francesco had called him. Mr.
Heard was not his idea of a shepherd of souls; he was only a colonial,
anyhow.


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