I. A. R. Wylie

I. A. R. Wylie

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Portrait of I. A. R. Wylie I. A. R. Wylie The Great Discovery — Chapter 7 (1913)

They stared after “Mr. Peter” as at a man entering upon a known and dangerous adventure.
“Well, my boy, what can I do for you?”
Peter de Warren took his father's outstretched hand and pressed it, then sank down in the leather chair on the opposite side of the table. For a moment he was silent, drawing off his gloves with the careful deliberation of a man who is trying to gain time; and the old financier watched him, his own expression undergoing a subtle, unnamable change.
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Portrait of I. A. R. Wylie I. A. R. Wylie The Great Discovery — Chapter 7 (1913)

Peter lifted his head. There was a miserable laughter in the red-rimmed eyes.
“You've been awfully good, sir—awfully decent to me. But there are things you couldn't do; you couldn't make people care for me, and that's what matters.”
“You mean that Enid—your wife doesn't——”
“Yes, that's it. It can't be helped.”
Warren straightened his heavy shoulders.
“It must be helped! Women are queer. They grow into things without knowing it. She'll get to care in time. You'll knock that Otway out of the running. You must take her away, travel, give her anything she wants.
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Portrait of I. A. R. Wylie I. A. R. Wylie The Great Discovery — Chapter 7 (1913)

Mortimer de Warren's tone was gently surprised. It suggested that his brain was only partially engaged in the topic of conversation, and Peter laid a thin, nervous hand on the table with a movement that demanded attention. So much determination was new in him, and the financier glanced at him with an uneasy flicker of the eyelids. “Who is this son?” he asked.
“A doctor—a young fellow—awfully clever. He believes himself on the verge of some discovery or other—'pon my word, I don't know what of—never could understand diseases—but he is handicapped. No money, you know, sir
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