by C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson

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by C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson The Brightener — Chapter 1 (1921)

Carstairs, a mouse of a woman to look at, a benevolent Machiavelli in brain, held my hand gently and said nothing, while her clever old husband tried to cheer me with words. Afterward I learned that she spent those minutes in mapping out my whole future!
You see, she knew what I didn't know at that time: that I hadn't enough money in the world to pay for grandmother's funeral, to say nothing of our hotel bills!
A clock, when you come to think of it, is a fortunate animal.
When it runs down, it can just comfortably stop. No one expects it to do anything else.
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by C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson The Brightener — Chapter 2 (1921)

I inquired coldly. “I've never been a wife. But I suppose I am a sort of widow.”
“If you weren't 'a sort of widow,' you couldn't cope with the profession I've—er—invented. You wouldn't be independent enough.”
“Invented? Then you don't mean marriage! And not even the stage! I warn you that once I solemnly promised grandmother never to go on the stage.”
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