Abruptly he gripped her wrist. “Hello?” She asked as she cradled the phone by her ear. There was something which chilled even him in the cold impassivity of her features. It was scarcely likely that she would have accepted his aid. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. ’ For a moment or two there was dead silence in the parlour. Both husband and wife affected an unnatural ease of manner for the benefit of the efficient parlor-maid, who was putting the finishing touches to the sideboard arrangements. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’ He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke. No fear o' that.
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