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"Still worrying over his rolling-mills investments?" George asked, not
seriously impressed.
"I'm afraid it's past that stage from what Dr Rainey says. His
worries only aggravate his condition now. Dr. Rainey says we ought to
get him away."
"Well, let's do it, then."
"He won't go."
"He's a man awfully set in his ways; that's true," said George. "I
don't think there's anything much the matter with him, though, and he
looks just the same to me. Have you seen Lucy lately? How is she?"
"Hasn't she written you?"
"Oh, about once a month," he answered carelessly. "Never says much
about herself. How's she look?"
"She looks--pretty!" said Isabel. "I suppose she wrote you they've
moved?"
"Yes; I've got her address. She said they were building."
"They did. It's all finished, and they've been in it a month. Lucy is
so capable; she keeps house exquisitely. It's small, but oh, such a
pretty little house!"
"Well, that's fortunate," George said. "One thing I've always felt
they didn't know a great deal about is architecture.


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