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MacGrath, Harold, 1871-1932

"Half a Rogue"

I have no use for a man who sees evil in everything and good in
nothing. Say no more about it, boy."
"I hadn't seen you in so long that I was confused. If I had reflected
... But you see, I didn't know that you were engaged, or even that you
knew her. I never understood, until you were gone, why she wanted to
hide herself. I'm glad I've relieved my mind." Warrington sighed.
"It's all right. There! I told you that I'd win even at those odds."
Presently they heard a stir down stairs. Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene was
going. The door closed. The family came up to the billiard-room.
Warrington looked at Patty, whose cheeks were flushed and whose eyes
flashed.
"Why, what's the matter, Pat?" John asked.
"Nothing."
"Mrs. Haldene has been making herself useful as usual," said Mrs.
Jack, slipping her arm around Patty's waist.
Patty was in a rage about something; nobody seemed to know what it
was.
"You are not going to join the Auxiliary, are you, mother?" John
inquired, putting the cues in the rack.
"Indeed I am not. The men in my family always used their own judgment
in politics.


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