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Lew Brady sat disconsolately in Lola Bassano's pretty drawing-room, and a more incongruous figure in that delicate setting it was impossible to imagine. A week's growth of beard had transfigured him into the most unsavoury looking ruffian, and the soiled old clothes he wore, the broken and discoloured boots, the grimy shirt, no less than his own personal uncleanliness of appearance made him a revolting object.
So Lola thought, eyeing him anxiously, a foreboding of trouble in her heart.