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Courtlandt continued toward the exit, his head forward, his gaze bent on

the path He had the air of a ht,

which leaves the brows unhts were far from philosophic Indeed, his soul was in mad

turmoil He could have thrown his arms toward the blue sky and cursed

aloud the fates that had set this new tangle at his feet He longed for

the jungles and son He had returned with a purpose as hard and grim as iron; and no

obstacle, less powerful than death, should divert or control hiht; he held the key to the

ht So be it

"I say, Ted," called out the artist, "what did youthat you

were a Dutchht catch up to him "I said that I was

a Dutchman?"

"Yes And it has just occurred toof Da Toscana? Let's call her Harrigan It will

save time, and no one will knoe refer You said she was Irish,

and that when she said a thing shethat They often say it before they see clearly

Noe Dutch ti has got to bend or break"