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"
Any
distance
,
any
length
,
of
course
,
"
was
the
answer
,
in
a
matter-of-fact
tone
,
which
caused
Mrs.
Gould
to
make
another
effort
to
repress
a
shudder
.
She
stood
up
,
smiling
graciously
,
and
her
little
figure
seemed
to
be
diminished
still
more
by
the
heavy
mass
of
her
hair
and
the
long
train
of
her
gown
.
"
But
always
to
success
,
"
she
said
,
persuasively
.
Charles
Gould
,
enveloping
her
in
the
steely
blue
glance
of
his
attentive
eyes
,
answered
without
hesitation
--
"
Oh
,
there
is
no
alternative
.
"
He
put
an
immense
assurance
into
his
tone
.
As
to
the
words
,
this
was
all
that
his
conscience
would
allow
him
to
say
.
Mrs.
Gould
's
smile
remained
a
shade
too
long
upon
her
lips
.
She
murmured
--
"
I
will
leave
you
;
I
've
a
slight
headache
.
The
heat
,
the
dust
,
were
indeed
--
I
suppose
you
are
going
back
to
the
mine
before
the
morning
?
"
"
At
midnight
,
"
said
Charles
Gould
.
"
We
are
bringing
down
the
silver
to-morrow
.
Then
I
shall
take
three
whole
days
off
in
town
with
you
.
"
"
Ah
,
you
are
going
to
meet
the
escort
.
I
shall
be
on
the
balcony
at
five
o'clock
to
see
you
pass
.
Till
then
,
good-bye
.
