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[Illustration: "'I will teach you to love me,' he cried."]
THE GRAIN OF DUST
_A NOVEL_
BY DAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPS
ILLUSTRATED BY A.B. WENZELL
1911
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
"'I will teach you to love he,' he cried"
"'You won't make an out-and-out idiot of yourself, will you Ursula?'"
"'Would you like to think I was marrying you for what you have?--or for
any other reason whatever but for what you are?'"
"'It has killed me,' he groaned."
"She glanced complacently down at her softly glistening shoulders."
"'Father . . . I have asked you not to interfere between Fred and me.'"
"Evidently she had been crying."
"At Josephine's right sat a handsome young foreigner."
THE GRAIN OF DUST
I
Into the offices of Lockyer, Sanders, Benchley, Lockyer & Norman,
corporation lawyers, there drifted on a December afternoon a girl in
search of work at stenography and typewriting. The firm was about the
most important and most famous--radical orators often said infamous--in
New York. The girl seemed, at a glance, about as unimportant and obscure
an atom as the city hid in its vast ferment. She was blonde--tawny hair,
fair skin, blue eyes. Aside from this hardly conclusive mark of identity
there was nothing positive, nothing definite, about her. She was neither
tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, neither grave nor gay. She gave
the impression of a young person of the feminine gender--that, and
nothing more. She was plainly dressed, like thousands of other girls,
in darkish blue jacket and skirt and white shirt waist. Her boots and


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