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Courtlandt knocked on the studio door

"Coe, idly picking at the

loose plaster in the wall

"Hello!" said Abbott carelessly "Help yourself to a chair"

Instead, Courtlandt walked about the room, aimlessly He paused at the

; he picked up a sketch and studied it at various angles; he kicked

the footstool across the floor, not with any sign of anger but with a

seriousness that would have caused Abbott to laugh, had he been looking at

his friend He continued, however, to pluck at the plaster He had always

hated and loved Courtlandt, alternately He never sought to analyze this

peculiar cardiac condition He only knew that at one time he hated the

man, and that at another he would have laid down his life for him Perhaps

it was rather a passive jealousy which he mistook for hatred Abbott had

never envied Courtlandt his riches; but often the sight of Courtlandt's

physical superiority, his adaptability, his knowledge ofthe unspoken wishes of woallantry, these attributes stirred the envy of which he was

always h to be ashaio had also created a suspicion which he could not minutely define

The truth hen aher father: the primordial instinct has survived all the

applications of veneer So, Abbott was not at all pleased to see his

friend that e "The Barone called upon "