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"
You
don
’
t
think
I
’
ll
win
out
?
"
he
asked
.
She
shook
her
head
.
"
Nobody
has
faith
in
me
,
Gertrude
,
except
myself
.
"
His
voice
was
passionately
rebellious
.
"
I
’
ve
done
good
work
already
,
plenty
of
it
,
and
sooner
or
later
it
will
sell
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
it
is
good
?
"
"
Because
—
"
He
faltered
as
the
whole
vast
field
of
literature
and
the
history
of
literature
stirred
in
his
brain
and
pointed
the
futility
of
his
attempting
to
convey
to
her
the
reasons
for
his
faith
.
"
Well
,
because
it
’
s
better
than
ninety
-
nine
per
cent
of
what
is
published
in
the
magazines
.
"
"
I
wish
’
t
you
’
d
listen
to
reason
,
"
she
answered
feebly
,
but
with
unwavering
belief
in
the
correctness
of
her
diagnosis
of
what
was
ailing
him
.
"
I
wish
’
t
you
’
d
listen
to
reason
,
"
she
repeated
,
"
an
’
come
to
dinner
to
-
morrow
.
"
After
Martin
had
helped
her
on
the
car
,
he
hurried
to
the
post
-
office
and
invested
three
of
the
five
dollars
in
stamps
;
and
when
,
later
in
the
day
,
on
the
way
to
the
Morse
home
,
he
stopped
in
at
the
post
-
office
to
weigh
a
large
number
of
long
,
bulky
envelopes
,
he
affixed
to
them
all
the
stamps
save
three
of
the
two
-
cent
denomination
.
It
proved
a
momentous
night
for
Martin
,
for
after
dinner
he
met
Russ
Brissenden
.
How
he
chanced
to
come
there
,
whose
friend
he
was
or
what
acquaintance
brought
him
,
Martin
did
not
know
.
Nor
had
he
the
curiosity
to
inquire
about
him
of
Ruth
.
In
short
,
Brissenden
struck
Martin
as
anaemic
and
feather
-
brained
,
and
was
promptly
dismissed
from
his
mind
.
An
hour
later
he
decided
that
Brissenden
was
a
boor
as
well
,
what
of
the
way
he
prowled
about
from
one
room
to
another
,
staring
at
the
pictures
or
poking
his
nose
into
books
and
magazines
he
picked
up
from
the
table
or
drew
from
the
shelves
.
Though
a
stranger
in
the
house
he
finally
isolated
himself
in
the
midst
of
the
company
,
huddling
into
a
capacious
Morris
chair
and
reading
steadily
from
a
thin
volume
he
had
drawn
from
his
pocket
.
As
he
read
,
he
abstractedly
ran
his
fingers
,
with
a
caressing
movement
,
through
his
hair
.
Martin
noticed
him
no
more
that
evening
,
except
once
when
he
observed
him
chaffing
with
great
apparent
success
with
several
of
the
young
women
.
It
chanced
that
when
Martin
was
leaving
,
he
overtook
Brissenden
already
half
down
the
walk
to
the
street
.
"
Hello
,
is
that
you
?
"
Martin
said
.
