He pays me a good,
round rent; and, apart from his cursed traffic, he's a good tenant.
What can I do? It's a good thing for him, and it's a good thing for
me, pecuniarily. Confound him! Here's a nice rumpus brewing!"
"Dear pa, I'm afraid it's not a good thing for you," said Netty,
caressing him and smoothing his tumbled hair. "Nor for him either. I
wouldn't mind the rent he pays you. I'd order him out. It's bad money.
There's blood on it."
She had grown pale, and her voice quivered. The phantom glided over
to them, and laid its spectral hand upon her forehead. The shadowy eyes
looked from under the misty hair into the doctor's face, and the pale
lips moved as if speaking the words heard only in the silence of his
heart,--"Hear her, hear her!"
"I must think of it," resumed Dr. Renton, coldly. "I'm resolved, at
all events, to warn him that if anything of this kind occurs again,
he must quit at once. I dislike to lose a profitable tenant; for no
other business would bring me the sum his does.
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