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Unformatted text preview: slovenly ruin of the fine man he'd once been. That's what we did to him, I thought. Richard, my devoted one, kept his eyes on me, and then Stella said-Stella said that we should all go driving, since I was up again, and all right. Driving, an escapade! The car was all fixed. Oh? I hadn't known it was broken. Well, Cortland took it out . . . Shut up, Stella, it's fixed, mon pere, it's fixed! "I am worried about that girl!" I declared. "Evelyn, my grand- daughter!" Cortland hastened to assure me she was taken care of. She'd been taken downtown to buy clothes. "You Mayfairs think that's the answer to everything, don't you?" asked I. "Go downtown and buy new clothes." "Well, you're the one who taught us, Father," said Cortland with a little twinkle in his eye. I was amazed at my cowardice. How I gave in when I saw that affectionate little smile. How I gave in. "All right, make the car ready, and all of you get out," I said. "Stella and Lionel...
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