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But there was no feeling of remorse; there was only the sensation of exaltation. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?” Drummond shrugged his shoulders. Sheppard left Mr. Noiselessly, his booted feet stepping with careful restraint, he started forward, signalling to Roding to follow. " "No doubt, my dear," acquiesced the carpenter, "no doubt.
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