As he repeated the description, her
perplexed, even doubting, expression caused him to hesitate, but she
shook her head as if putting something out of her mind and signified
that he was to proceed.
"I would not have known him," he concluded, "he was so unlike the man
I knew."
"He had not touched whiskey, you say--not since--"
"Not in three years. It has wrought an unbelievable change in him."
"I knew him, David, before he drank at all," she said, staring past
him. "Perhaps the change would not be so great to me."
"He has aged many years. There are hard, desperate lines in his face.
You _would_ see a change, I am afraid, Mrs. Braddock."
She was silent for a moment. "Go on, David," she said, suddenly
passing her hand before her eyes in a movement as expressive as it was
involuntary. "Dick Cronk has a certain amount of influence over him,
you say."
"It will not last. When Colonel Grand hears that he is back in town
his first step will be to have him thrown into jail on one pretext or
another. Braddock realizes this. He has made up his mind to strike
first. I think he believes in you, Mrs.
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