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 less to answer a cable, I've come sixteen thousand miles out of my way, and I had something a lot better to do than hunting up miserable little hounds of husbands for people—sprained my wrist, been without clean collars for ten days, crowded like a pig in a hot ship, and only to be told that I needn't have come, that you were going back anyway, and—and—"

"Awf'ly glad to see you, you know," said Tibbs.

Beauling arose.

"Tibbs," he said, "that remark was unfortunate. And I'm going to make you remember it as long as you live. I'm glad that your dishonest speculation has turned out well—I'm ashamed to say that I am glad. But it is for Ellen's sake and for Jack's—not yours. I'm glad that you are going back too, because, God knows why, they seem to love you and want you. And right there my gladness stops. If you had been a decent man when you married, and not a worthless, good-natured little drunkard, you would have given your son, who has got