They stood a few minutes on the corner; then Mrs. Marsh proposed that
they go to the hotel, where they could talk at their leisure and in
comfort. Loraine and her mother took the lead. Barrow naturally fell
into step with Hazel.
"I've been wearing sackcloth and ashes, Hazel," he said humbly. "And I
guess you've got about a million apologies coming from everybody in
Granville for the shabby way they treated you. Shortly after you left,
somebody on one of the papers ferreted out the truth of that Bush
affair, and the vindictive old hound's reasons for that compromising
legacy were set forth. It seems this newspaper fellow connected up
with Bush's secretary and the nurse. Also, Bush appears to have kept a
diary--and kept it posted up to the day of his death--poured out all
his feelings on paper, and repeatedly asserted that he would win you or
ruin you. And it seems that that night after you refused to come to
him when he was hurt, he called in his lawyer and made that
codicil--and spent the rest of the time till he died gloating over the
chances of it besmirching your character."
"I've grown rather indifferent about it," Hazel replied impersonally.
"But he succeeded rather easily.
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