I. A. R. Wylie

I. A. R. Wylie

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Portrait of I. A. R. Wylie I. A. R. Wylie The Masque of Love — Chapter 5 (1916)

Haig, I may be an unmitigated scoundrel in your eyes and in the eyes of the world, but that is nothing to me. I've done with the world. I have made a reckoning with myself and that's all that matters. In that reckoning I have discovered mitigating circumstances—circumstances which you could not produce in extenuation. Life hasn't played the deuce with you—as it has with me. If you were to join me in my damnable career you would be a thorough-paced blackguard—without excuse—”
“And you, Mr. Monkhouse?”
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Portrait of I. A. R. Wylie I. A. R. Wylie The Masque of Love — Chapter 5 (1916)

Monkhouse was silent. His eyes had lost their fire and now dropped to the ground in moody, bitter contemplation. Haig waited. Possibly he knew that the man was impervious to every argument but reason and that the reason had been given. There was now nothing to be done but to wait. Presently Monkhouse looked up again. His features were now calm, though their ugliness had been intensified by the ravages of conflict.
“I don't like you, Haig,” he said deliberately. “You are not the kind of man to make a woman happy.
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Portrait of I. A. R. Wylie I. A. R. Wylie The Masque of Love — Chapter 5 (1916)

The two women went out together, Margaret Monkhouse holding to her strange new companion as though to an old and trusted friend. Haig closed the door softly after them and came back to the center of the room. He did not meet Monkhouse's antagonistic stare, but drawing out a gold cigarette-case made a delicate selection.
“'Pon my word, Monkhouse,” he laughed, “you don't lose much time. I never knew our mutual lady friend knew your daughter. Since when, eh?”
“Since to-day. I owe Miss East my life; she is temporarily stranded, and she is going to make her home here as my daughter's companion.
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