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THAT afternoon Kathleen Warren was feeling more cheerful than she had been for several days. She had just had another interview with her trustee. Mr. Stoddart, Mr. Croft's senior partner. He was the antithesis of the trustee she had pictured. He was middle-aged, it was true, but he bore his middle age with youth and spirit, and seemed to know instinctively the kind of life a ward would like to live. He approved of everything she had done, and told her not to worry about money: he would allow her as much as she wanted provided she did not break in upon her capital, and. crowning triumph, strongly advised her to keep a car.
"I shan't worry you, my dear, but I am always there if you want help or advice. You will have your own banking account and cheque book. You will have plenty of beggi
