He extended his hand, and upon recognizing the handwriting, turned deadly white.
“I’d like to be alone,” said he without looking up.
When he sent for her a little while later, and she sat opposite him, he said:
“I’d rather not speak of—of—Miss Grandoken again. Will you give me a drink, Molly?” And the woman noted the hurt look in his eyes.
CHAPTER XLVI
“BUST ’EM OUT”
“Jinnie, ain’t we ever goin’ back to Peggy?” Bobbie asked one day, his eyes rolling upward. His small face was seamed with questioning anxiety.
The girl drew him to her lap.