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It was not a pleasant prospect. Mr. Freddy Parker was rather too old to
start knocking about the world again. He was losing what he called his
"nerve." What was to be done?
He tugged at his beard and puffed furious clouds of smoke out of his
briar pipe. He thought of another grief--another source of anxiety. The
quarterly remissions forwarded to him by certain obscure but
respectable relatives in England, under the condition that he should
never again set foot in that land of honest men, had not arrived. It
was two weeks overdue. What had happened? Had they decided to cancel
it? They had threatened to do so ere now. And if so, how was he going
to live? It was a facer, that was. The equivalent of fifteen pounds
sterling was urgently necessary at that very moment. Fifteen pounds.
Who would lend him fifteen pounds? Keith? Not likely. Keith was a
miser--a Scotchman, ten to one. Koppen? He had once already tried to
touch him for a loan, with discouraging results. A most unsympathetic
millionaire.


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