They did not give her much of their company, for their newly found fortune made them even more self-centered than their misfortunes. Dicky was the exception; perhaps because he had started in life hard as nails, and so couldn't grow any harder. At all events, Deena thought she discerned a reluctant affection in his greeting that was infinitely flattering.
Stephen wrote whenever he could catch the Chilian mail boats on their way through the Straits. His letters were those of a man under the strong hand of restraint; admirable letters, that filled her with respect for him and shame at her own craving for "one word more."
On the twenty-fifth of May she had a cable that changed the face of events.
It was from Montevideo.
Have found Simeon. Desperately ill.
On our way home.
S. FRENCH.
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