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Chapter XXIX MONTAGUE HILL PLAYS THE GAME The man opened his eyes and looked curiously about him. \"I saw you walking down the street with someone, Lucy. She would be surrendering to all her impulses—particularly the good impulses—many of which society had condemned long since because they entailed too much trouble. ‘Yes, but I’m probably chasing moonbeams. All these experiences have taught me a great deal about life and realities. He remembered it suddenly. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me. There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own. He went by another name then,—Rykhart Scherprechter I think he called himself. A sob was strangled in her throat.
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