“I suppose he’s frightfully clever,” said Miss Klegg. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I think best. Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow. She must learn wisdom—as God pleases. To be sure, he was attentive, respectful; but in his conduct there was none of that shameless camaraderie of a man who loved his woman and didn't care a hang if all the world knew it. ‘Must be still downstairs.
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