Alpha Book

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"But--they'd laugh at me!"
"I know; but Boots Lansing wouldn't--and you have considerable respect
for him."
Gerald nodded; he had immediately succumbed to Lansing like everybody
else.
"And one thing more," said Selwyn; "don't play for stakes--no matter how
insignificant--where women sit in the game. Fashionable or not, it is
rotten sport--whatever the ethics may be. And, Gerald, tainted sport and
a clean record can't take the same fence together."
The boy looked up, flushed and perplexed. "Why, every woman in town--"
"Oh, no. How about your sister and mine?"
"Of course not; they are different. Only--well, you approve of Rosamund
Fane and--Gladys Orchil--don't you?"
"Gerald, men don't ask each other such questions--except as you ask,
without expecting or desiring an answer from me, and merely to be saying
something nice about two pretty women."
The reproof went home, deeply, but without a pang; and the boy sat
silent, studying the blotter between his elbows.


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