Sven digital books

Then she sent the maid away and herself cautiously closed the door
into Clayton's room.
"I've got the money for you, darling," she said. From her jewel
case she took a roll of bills and held them out to him. "Five
hundred."
"I hate to take it, mother."
"Never mind about taking it. Pay those bills before your father
learns about them. That's all."
He was divided between gratitude and indignation. His new-found
maturity seemed to be slipping from him. Somehow here at home they
always managed to make him feel like a small boy.
"Honestly, mother, I'd rather go to father and tell him about it.
He'd make a row, probably, but at least you'd be out of it."
She ignored his protest, as she always ignored protests against her
own methods of handling matters.
"I'm accustomed to it," was her sole reply. But her resigned voice
brought her, as it always had, the ready tribute of the boy's
sympathy. "Sit down, Graham, I want to talk to you."
He sat down, still uneasily fingering the roll of bills.


Pages:
68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92