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was not an uncommon case. There are thousands just like it happening
every year. It's the price we all pay, men and women. There's no use
being sentimental about a perfectly commonplace--I might even say
legitimate--transaction. Agnes Glenn was like the rest of her kind:
she had a very sharp pair of eyes open all of the time, you may be
quite sure of that. I will say this for her, poor little devil: she
was no blackmailer. She got down and out when the time came and she
never squealed. That's more than most of 'em do, Bingle. 'Pon my soul,
old man, I came here to see you this morning fairly trembling in my
boots. I had an idea it was going to be a hard, nasty business talking
it over with you, but--by George, it isn't. Now, we can get down to
rock-bottom, Bingle. My plan was to--"
"Just a minute, please," interrupted Mr. Bingle, quite steadily. "Did
you know that she was going to become a mother?"
"Certainly. You don't suppose I'd be looking for the child if I hadn't
known she was to be born, do you? I'd be a nice fool, hiring
detectives to unearth some other man's child, wouldn't I?"
"I must agree with you in one particular, Force; you are not finding
it as hard as you thought it would be.
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