Page 79 (1/2)

MacLean left the table, and talked the length of the room, slowly

and with knitted brows "If you entle to a pause with the breadth of the table

between hiround in common The rest is

debatable land I do not take you for a sentis I am your storekeeper, purchased with that same yellow metal of

which you so busily rid yourself; and your storekeeper I shall remain

until the natural death of my term, two years hence We are not

countrys; I may once have walked your level

road, but you have never ray; you love yourSouthern music, and I take no joy

save in the pipes; I dare swear you like the smell of lilies which I

cannot abide, and prefer fair hair in women where I would choose the dark

There is no likeness between us Why, then"-Haward slasses toward him slowly filled them with

wine "It is true," he said, "that it is not my intention to become a