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"Fate," said Stanistreet

"Not at all If I go, it'll be chance that takes me--pure chance"

"Don't see much difference myself"

"There's all the difference Ask any man who's been chivied about to all

the ends of the earth and back again He can tell you so about,

chance, but I doubt if he swears much by fate Chance--oh Lord, don't I

know it!--chance takes you up and plays with you, pleases you or teases

you, and drops you when she's tired of you Like--some ladies of our

acquaintance, and you're none the worse for it, not you! Fate looks

devilish well after you, loves you or hates you, and in either case

sticks to you and ruins you Like your wife To coory, you can have as many chances as you like, but only one fate

Needless to say, though , I

naturally prefer raceful art of syht the trick froreat deal to knoords

There was a sound of hurrying feet in the room upstairs, and the two men

held their breath Tyson was the first to recover

"Good God, Stanistreet, hohite you are! I wish I hadn't let you in for

this I'ht

Thompson says so I'm awfully sorry for the poor little soul, but if

you co in the