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been bought with the Burden money. I assure you that at times I have found it a pleasurable excitement.⁠ ⁠… You see, I have wanted you sometimes so terribly⁠—so terribly that the juggling with the Burden accounts has been as engrossing a narcotic as to Zola was the adding up of the numbers upon the backs of cabs. Mere ordinary work would never have held my thoughts.

Under old Burden’s will young Edward Burden comes of age when he reaches the age of twenty-five or when he marries with my consent. Well, he will reach the age of twenty-five and he will marry on April 5. On that day the solicitors of his future wife will make their scrutiny of my accounts. It is regarded, you understand, as a mere formality. But it amuses me to think of the faces of Coke and Coke when they come to certain figures! It was an outlaw of some sort, was it not, who danced and sang beneath the gallows? I wonder, now, what sort of traitor, outlaw, or stealthy politician I should have made in the Middle Ages. It is certain that, save for this one particular of property, I should be in very truth illustrious. No doubt the state shall come at last in which there shall no more be any property. I was born before my time.

For it is certain that I am illustrious save in that one respect. Today young Edward Burden came here to the office to introduce me to his fiancée. You observe that I have robbed her. The Burden property is really crippled. They came, this bright young couple, to get a cheque from me with which to purchase a motorcar. They are to try several cars in the next three weeks. On the day before the wedding they are to choose one that will suit them best⁠—and on the wedding-day in the evening they are to start for Italy. They will be coming towards you.⁠ ⁠… Then no doubt, too, a telegram will reach them, to say that in all probability motorcars will be things not for them for several years to come. What a crumbling of their lives!

It was odd how I felt towards her . You know his pompous, high forehead, the shine all over him, the grave, weighty manner. He held his

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