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Portrait of Edgar Jepson Edgar Jepson,  Garthoyle Gardens — Chapter V (1913)

“ I let the ghost girl go on talking.
I gathered that though Miss Maynard was a nice enough girl, and uncommonly clever, she was a bit wild, and dead set on having a good time. I could not see her the wife of a serious, not to say dull, politician like Herbert. It would work well enough perhaps if Herbert were merely a fool; but he is such an obstinate fool. A mild brand of wife who liked being bullied, like Anne Dressington, was what he wanted. He was just the kind of man to come badly to grief with a clever, wild one like Miss Maynard. Herbert was in a hole.
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Portrait of Edgar Jepson Edgar Jepson,  Garthoyle Gardens — Chapter V (1913)

“ I sat down on the farther side of the table, so that I could watch Herbert and Miss Maynard; and, as I played, I began to size up the gathering. It seemed harmless enough. Morrisdale was banker—a fifty-pound bank; men were staking fivers and tenners. I knew most of the men playing; half a dozen of them were serious gamblers, the others were young ones on the racket. I did not think that the game would stay as gentle as this all the evening. As I played, I watched the ghost girl and Miss Maynard. ”
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Portrait of Edgar Jepson Edgar Jepson,  Garthoyle Gardens — Chapter V (1913)

“ I myself much prefer the millionaire who has inherited his millions to the millionaire who has made them. He is straighter.
Oddly enough, it was that rising young politician, my cousin, Herbert Polkington, who brought to my knowledge the unpleasant fact that Scruton was on the way to get Number Nine the reputation of a gambling hell.
Herbert is one of those earnest and serious politicians who get up on their hind legs and paw the air when you tell them that politics is only a game, and not as cheery a game as racing.
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