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I
have
always
wanted
to
go
to
South
America
.
I
sighed
,
and
then
looked
up
to
find
Mr
.
Porrott
eyeing
me
sympathetically
.
He
seemed
an
understanding
little
man
.
"
Will
you
go
there
,
yes
?
"
he
asked
.
I
shook
my
head
with
a
sigh
.
"
I
could
have
gone
,
"
I
said
.
"
A
year
ago
.
But
I
was
foolish
and
worse
than
foolish
–
greedy
.
I
risked
the
substance
for
the
shadow
.
"
"
I
comprehend
,
"
said
Mr
.
Porrott
.
"
You
speculated
?
"
I
nodded
mournfully
,
but
in
spite
of
myself
I
felt
secretly
entertained
.
This
ridiculous
little
man
was
so
portentously
solemn
.
"
Not
the
Porcupine
Oilfields
?
"
he
asked
suddenly
.
I
stared
.
"
I
thought
of
them
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
but
in
the
end
I
plumped
for
a
gold
mine
in
Western
Australia
.
"
My
neighbour
was
regarding
me
with
a
strange
expression
which
I
could
not
fathom
.
"
It
is
Fate
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
What
is
Fate
?
"
I
asked
irritably
.
