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··I can't belie,·c it-I can't-I can't. it seems impossible - a nd, of all things, slacker~ Percy \Yimple! It can't be true. about it."
Peggie married- to that cur and There's some joke
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The stricken man muttered on for a few minutes, and then suddenly whirled and made for the door. The old door- keeper started back, frightened by the look on De Witte's face.
"I'll soon know whether it's a joke or not," he muttered grimly, as he hailed a taxi. "If she's really married to that two-by-four piec~ of parlor fnrniturc-I'll kill her."
Jumping into the taxi he gave the driver an address and said :
"Turn her loose and don't mind the speed limit."
The driver didn't. Consel)nently before they had gone a dozen blocks the taxi was stopped by a motor-cycle policeman. ITowe,~er, recognizing the occupant of the car, he waved them on. Reaching the address De \Yitte leaped out, threw the driver a hill, and ran up the steps. Brushing past the maid "·ho answered his ring, he ,\·cnt into the library. Peggie leaped up as he entered, and then shrank back cowed by the look in his eyes.
"Tell me," cried De \Yitte, ."is it true that you are married to that beastly cur, Wimple? 0 Peggie, Peggie, don't tell me it's true!"
She conlrl only nod her head in repl?, frightened speech- less by his bchaYior. This was an entirely different J obnny from the one she had 1.-nown in days gone by.
De Witte laughed mirthlessly. ai think the old chaps who were alwa~·s abusing the women and making proverbs about what a delusion and snare they were must haYe known some like you.
"You wanted a man-but you married an apology. You loved me - and yet you wouldn't wait for me. Y on couldn't