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XXIX. A Master of Fate

Alwyn entered. He didn’t notice Teerswell as he passed out. He went straight to Miss Wynn holding a crumpled note, and his voice faltered a little.

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes, Bles.”

“Why?”

‚ÄúBecause I am selfish and‚ÅÝ‚Äîsmall.‚Äù

‚ÄúNo, you are not. You want to be; but give it up, Carrie; it isn‚Äôt worth the cost. Come, let‚Äôs be honest and poor‚ÅÝ‚Äîand free.‚Äù

She regarded him a moment, searchingly, then a look half quizzical, half sorrowful came into her eyes. She put both her hands on his shoulders and said as she kissed his lips:

‚ÄúBles, almost thou persuadest me‚ÅÝ‚Äîto be a fool. Now go.‚Äù

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