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His. Why didn't she, Mrs. Shortman, why didn't she?" Mrs. Shortman
raised her eyes, which had such a peculiar spiritual glow. "I don't
suppose she had the money," she said; "and she must have been such a
nice woman then. A nice woman doesn't like to divorce--" Gregory looked
at her. "What, Mrs. Shortman, you too, you too among the Pharisees?"
Mrs. Shortman flushed. "She wanted to save him," she said; "she must
have wanted to save him." "Then you and I----" But Gregory did not
finish, and turned again to the window. Mrs. Shortman, too, biting her
lips, looked anxiously at the sky. Miss Mallow at the typewriter, with a
scared face, plied her fingers faster than ever. Gregory was the first
to speak. "You must please forgive me," he said gently. "A personal
matter; I forgot myself." Mrs. Shortman withdrew her gaze from the sky.
"Oh, Mr. Vigil, if I had known----" Gregory Gregory smiled. "Don't,
don't!" he said; "we've quite frightened poor Miss Mallow!" Miss Mallow
looked round at him, he looked at her, and all three once more looked at
the sky. It was the chief recreation of this little society. Gregory
worked till nearly three, and walked ou