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Mostyn started to protest further, but with another laugh the financier was off

"Ten thousand dollars!" he thought, as he moved on "He speaks of my business head; ould he think of the invest That is what I am I have always been one The woman doesn't live who could worry him for a minute But it is ended now I have had et it"

At his desk in his closed office a fewhis pen, he carefully filled it in Mechanically he waved it back and forth in the warh hiht of Dolly Drake! Was it possible that his iirl and could make actual sacrifices for her? Why, already she was like a fige? Was it the sight of Delbridge and his mention of Mostyn's financial prowess? Was it the fellow's confident allusion to Mitchell and his daughter? Had the buzz and hum of business, the fever of conquest, already captured and killed the impulses which in the mountains had seemed so real, so permanent, so redemptive?

"Dolly, dear, beautiful Dolly!" he said, but the whispered words dropped lifeless from his lips "I have broken pro-point You are to be my wife I have fancied myself in love often before and been irl like you You have made a man of me I will be true--I will be honest with you I swear it! I swear it!"