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Traske resumed his seat, but his face was troubled. Hambledon whispered in Mannister’s ear. “Extraordinary thing about Ben. He made up to a little girl somewhere in the suburbs just because she had a lot of money, and upon my word I believe it’s coming off. Talks of chucking the city and town life, and going to live in the country.” “Is he honest, do you suppose?” Mannister asked. Hambledon smiled—an unpleasant smile his. “Until he gets hold of the money. He’s got round the girl somehow or other, I suppose. She’s very pretty and very pious, and that’s all we know about her. He’s taken good care to keep her away from all of us?” Mannister leaned back in his chair and smiled to himself thoughtfully. He glanced across at Traske, and the smile deepened, although there was little of mirth