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Philip Scarsdale had taken the blow manfully enough. He had gone to town with an uneasy feeling that matters were far from well with the firm of Spencer, Grant, and Scarsdale, but he had not been prepared to find that positive ruin stared him in the face.
It meant that he had lost everything. Ever since his marriage a comfortable income of some thousands per annum had reached him regularly from that little gold mine in the city. He had trusted his partners implicitly. He had developed his perfect little estate; he had spent all his income in the comfortable belief that he was justified in doing so.