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She stared and stopped her appreciative swaying of the Goo genius that
had accompanied her description.
"You don't mean...?"
"
Yes," he answered. "Ever so much. We have been wild. It's the interest.
Or something. And the shares you had, slumped. Your father did not mind.
Said it was not his business, after what had happened. He's going to
marry again.... Well--we have scarcely a thousand left!"
"
Only a thousand?"
Only a thousand."
"
And Elizabeth sat down. For a moment she regarded him with a white face,
then her eyes went about the quaint, old-fashioned room, with its middle
Victorian furniture and genuine oleographs, and rested at last on the
little lump of humanity within her arms.
Denton glanced at her and stood downcast. Then he swung round on his
heel and walked up and down very rapidly.
"I must get something to do," he broke out presently. "I am an idle
scoundrel. I ought to have thought of this before. I have been a selfish
fool. I wanted to be with you all day...."
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