I turned my head away quickly, to avoid seeing Hayley Delane’s face; though why I wished to avoid it I could not have told you, much less why I should have imagined (if I did) that a man of his age and importance would notice what was happening to the wholly negligible features of a youth like myself. I turned away so that he should not see how it hurt me to hear him called an idiot, even in joke--well, at least half in joke; yet I often thought him an idiot myself, and bad as my own poker was, I knew enough of the game to judge that his--when he wasn’t attending--fully justified such an outburst from his wife. Why her sally disturbed me I couldn’t have said; nor why, when it was greeted by…
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