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do nothing till I saw him again. I wanted to think things over and make the most of the information when the time came. That was yesterday morning, and the time came in the afternoon."
"Mr. Courncey is mistaken; a fancied resemblance," he answered, doggedly.
"Not at all; but I will let him speak for himself. In the meantime, I am honestly sorry for you, though I've no patience with any one claiming even ordinary common sense who pins his faith on a woman of Miss Ford's stamp when he has the friendship of such a personality as Victoria. You deserve—well, I don't know that my imagination can picture anything quite bad enough. She's worth ten dozen such as you! And all the golden-haired Philippas that ever were born wouldn't make a showing that Vic couldn't overturn with her little finger. Ouf! I'm getting angry. Let's be quiet."
"I think it would be in better taste," Morton murmured, under his breath.
Mrs. Durham leaned back, watching the endless procession of city blocks and the ceaseless, hurry-
