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"My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. “You know about my scandalous past?” “Very little. ‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily. It dealt from floor to ceiling and end to end with the Theory of the Forms of Life; the very duster by the blackboard was there to do its share in that work, the very washers in the taps; the room was more simply concentrated in aim even than a church. And you shall have a share of the gold for yourself. Don’t imagine that. . ’ Hilary stared at him. But a human being who is young and clean, as you are, is apt to ennoble—or explain away. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. The letter will explain all.
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