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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"The Tempting of Tavernake"


"As regards the last occasion, however, upon which I made an
unexpected appearance, I make no apologies whatever," he added
coolly.
She laughed softly. She was looking full into his eyes and yet
he could not tell whether she was angry with him or only amused.
"You were by way of being a little melodramatic, were you not?"
she remarked. "Still, you were very much in earnest, and one
forgives a great deal to any one who is really in earnest. What
do you want with me now? I am just going downstairs to supper."
"It is a matter of business," Tavernake replied. "I have a
friend who is a partner with me in the Marston Rise building
speculation, and he is worried because there is some one else in
the field wanting to buy the property, and the day after
to-morrow is our last chance of paying over the money."
She looked at him as though puzzled.
"What money?"
"The money which you agreed to lend me, or rather to invest in
our building company," he reminded her.
She nodded.
"Of course! Why, I had forgotten all about it for the moment.
You are going to give me ten per cent interest or something
splendid, aren't you? Well, what about it? You don't want to
take it away with you now, I suppose?"
"No," he answered, "it isn't that. To be honest with you, I came
to make sure that you hadn't changed your mind."
"And why should I change my mind?"
"You might be angry with me," he said, "for interfering in your
concerns the night before last.


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