“And who is your friend?” Mrs. Grant asked quietly. “He’s certainly a handsome one.” “That is Mr. Mulligan.” “Well, it appears many of our guests already know him. Is he a politician? Or a fancy railroad magnate?” “He’s . . .” She hesitated. “A businessman.” It felt wrong to dissemble but the description wasn’t exactly a lie. “That ain’t no businessman,” one of their guests said as he passed by. “That’s Jack Mulligan. South of Fourteenth Street they call him the very devil.” Mrs. Grant’s face changed, wariness creeping into her expression. “Oh, I hadn’t realized it was that Mr. Mulligan.”
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