Penny Dreadfuls, 1900 · page 169 of 238
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a Na Bae : da So) ; . “ Another Talk With the Inspector. 165 “N ot one!’’ said Miss Dean, promptly. “I see nothing _of the sort! There are no changes here that could not have been effected by the law of common decency! I | should feel sorry to think that a man could net do what > was right without a divine suggestion. It would speak ill | of his sense of honor or justice toward humanity.” She paused a moment and then began speaking more slowly. There was no resentment in her tones; she was merely reasoning the situation. “T can see that the firm of Denton, Day & Co. Nees come to a crisis in its business career, owing to the illogical stand recently taken by one of its members. From a pay- ing investment it has turned into a philanthropical insti- tution, and so long as it can live as such it will be a great benefit to hundreds. Further than this, I hear that one — man has made an unjust fortune by withdrawing from the firm and that another partner is watching like anveagle for an Opportunity to swoop down and settle his talons. Then, again, I understand from a reliable source that Mr. Denton’s wife is fast going insane from worry, and that his scapegrace son is growing gray-headed over the outlook for his fortune. Again, Mr. Denton himself, who has wrought all these changes, is being looked upon by wise men as a driveling idiot, or, what is about as bad, a religious fanatic, whose sudden determination to ‘be _ good has sealed the doom of his fortune.” As Miss Dean was speaking she looked steadily at Faith. She was watching to see if her words had any effect, or if the girl was really incapable of understand- ing the situation. There was not a cloud of apprehension upon the fair girl’s brow, yet her eye was clear; she had comprehended every syllable. | “You approve of all this?” asked Miss Dean, in despair. ; Faith’s answer was merely a verse of Scripture, which she repeated so firmly and with such intense eagerness _ that the low voice fairly vibrated with repressed emotion. “And be ye not conformed to this world; but be ye _ transformed by the renewing of your souls, that ye may Nee Eomichooks: co