"
"Well?" I prompted her, as she paused.
"Well, it was shocking of Jack, I admit. But, after all, this
Mr. Farrell had ruined his life, and--of course I don't quite
understand men and their code--but isn't it a trifle uncharitable of
you, Roddy, not to allow that the shock may have unhinged his mind
for a time? . . . No, I'm playing the humbug in _my_ turn, and I'll
own up. It was wicked, if you will: but it was great in its way, and
determined . . . and women, you know, always fall slaves to that sort
of thing. It was straightforward, too: Jimmy said Jack had given his
man fair warning. Jimmy--but you know that boy's way--gave me the
impression that he didn't condemn Jack's craze as unsportsmanlike:
merely for being, as he put it, a thought bloodthirstier than any
line of sport he himself felt any inclination to follow. 'But I'm no
judge, Con,' he added--I remember his words--'for the simple reason
that I never had a career to be ruined.' . . . Well, for the rest,
Jack says he came straight to you as soon as he set foot back in
England, and told you the whole story.
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