" She hesitated, and then said with a bright
directness: "I want you to do something for poor Gregg."
"Gregg? Rufus Gregg?" He stared. "What an extraordinary request!
What can I do for a man I've had to kick out for dishonesty?"
"Not much, perhaps; I know it's difficult. But, after all, it was
your kicking him out that ruined him."
"It was his dishonesty that ruined him. He was getting a good salary
as my stenographer, and if he hadn't sold those letters to the 'Spy'
he would have been getting it still."
She wavered. "After all, nothing was proved--he always denied it."
"Good heavens, Ella! Have you ever doubted his guilt?"
"No--no; I don't mean that. But, of course, his wife and children
believe in him, and think you were cruel, and he has been out of
work so long that they are starving."
"Send them some money, then; I wonder you thought it necessary to
ask."
"I shouldn't have thought it so, but money is not what I want. Mrs.
Gregg is proud, and it is hard to help her in that way.
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