Then he went back to his rooms and lit a cigar. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. I cannot do it, David. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared.
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