The Grain of Dust by David Graham Phillips
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shape. That's the only way to get results. First of all, you must take a
proper house--a good-sized one, with large grounds--room for building your father a proper laboratory." Her dazed and dazzled expression delighted him. "And you must live better. You must keep at least two servants." "But we can't afford it." "Your father has five thousand a year. You have fifteen hundred. That makes sixty-five hundred. The rent of the house and the wages and keep of the servants are a charge against the corporation. So, you can well afford to make yourselves comfortable." "I haven't got used to the idea as yet," said Dorothea. "Yes--we _are_ better off than we were." "And you must live better. I want you to get some clothes--and things of that sort." She shrank within herself and sat quiet, her gaze fixed upon her hands lying limp in her lap. "There is no reason why your father shouldn't be made absolutely comfortable and happy. That's the way to get the best results from a man of his sort." She faded on toward the self-effacing blank he had first known. |
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