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He turned his back on that temptation. A hundred pounds to the man who takes him. What happened? Did you turn me?” “Yes, my love. And we are not traders looking at equivalents. I have it on my conscience that I offended you—” “Offended me when?” “I’ve been haunted by the memory of you. ” “But Hainault—was—a pal. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of determined women at war with the universe. Men are against her. “I see nothing of my sister,” she said. And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel. " The girl smiled and began to munch a sandwich. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale.
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