"Do you realize that you are several kinds of a damned scoundrel?" he began. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. In all his life he had never realized a dream; but the thought had never before hurt him. I feel years younger, a man again. The bolder members in the House left their places to go lobbyward, grinning. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. Hold your hand for a moment.
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