He neither attempted to prevent his nephew's departure, nor to follow him. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. But I expect him back every minute. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. "Yes; he'll suspect nothing. Mother—dear mother!" he added, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. “I suppose I should let go if I had. But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success.
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