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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"A Millionaire of Yesterday"

And all the while from
out of the blue sky Fate was forging a thunderbolt to launch against
him!

CHAPTER XXXIV

"And now," she said, rising, "you really must take me to Lady
Tresham! They will think that I am lost."
"Are you still at your rooms?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Yes, only I'm having them spring-cleaned for a few days. I am
staying at Tresham House."
"May I come and see you there?"
The man's quiet pertinacity kindled a sort of indignation in her.
The sudden weakness in her defences was unbearable.
"I think not," she answered shortly. "You don't know Lady Tresham,
and they might not approve. Lady Tresham is rather old-fashioned."
"Oh, Lady Tresham is all right," he answered. "I suppose I shall
see you to-night if you are staying there. They have asked me to
dinner!"
She was taken aback and showed it. Again he had the advantage. He
did not tell her that on his return he had found scores of
invitations from people he had never heard of before.
"You are by way of going into society, then," she answered insolently.
"I don't think I've made any particular efforts," he answered.
"Money," she murmured, "is an everlasting force!"
"The people of your world," be answered, with a flash of contempt,
"are the people who find it so.


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