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He said:
``You'd best be careful how you conduct yourself.
You'll be under constant observation. And any friends
you make--they'd do well to avoid you.''
He was gone. She sat without the power of motion,
without the power of thought. After a time--perhaps
long, perhaps short, she did not know--Mrs.
Belloc came in and entered upon a voluble apology for
the maid's having shown ``the little gentleman'' into
the drawing-room when another was already there.
``That maid's as green as spring corn,'' said she.
``Such a thing never happened in my house before.
And it'll never happen again. I do hope it didn't cause
trouble.''
``It was my husband,'' said Mildred. ``I had to see
him some time.''
``He's certainly a very elegant little gentleman,''
said Mrs. Belloc. ``I rather like small men, myself.''
Mildred gazed at her vaguely and said, ``Tell me--
a rich man, a very rich man--if he hates anyone, can
he make trouble?''
``Money can do anything in this town,'' replied Mrs.
Belloc. ``But usually rich men are timid and stingy.


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