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“
Well
,
give
me
some
of
the
French
things
,
then
—
and
I
’
ll
have
Merimee
’
s
letters
.
It
was
the
woman
who
published
them
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
”
He
caught
up
his
armful
,
transferring
it
,
on
the
doorstep
,
to
a
cab
which
carried
him
to
his
rooms
.
He
dined
alone
,
hurriedly
,
at
a
small
restaurant
near
by
,
and
returned
at
once
to
his
books
.
Late
that
night
,
as
he
undressed
,
he
wondered
what
contemptible
impulse
had
forced
from
him
his
last
words
to
Alexa
Trent
.
It
was
bad
enough
to
interfere
with
the
girl
’
s
chances
by
hanging
about
her
to
the
obvious
exclusion
of
other
men
,
but
it
was
worse
to
seem
to
justify
his
weakness
by
dressing
up
the
future
in
delusive
ambiguities
.
He
saw
himself
sinking
from
depth
to
depth
of
sentimental
cowardice
in
his
reluctance
to
renounce
his
hold
on
her
;
and
it
filled
him
with
self
-
disgust
to
think
that
the
highest
feeling
of
which
he
supposed
himself
capable
was
blent
with
such
base
elements
.
His
awakening
was
hardly
cheered
by
the
sight
of
her
writing
.
He
tore
her
note
open
and
took
in
the
few
lines
—
she
seldom
exceeded
the
first
page
—
with
the
lucidity
of
apprehension
that
is
the
forerunner
of
evil
.
“
My
aunt
sails
on
Saturday
and
I
must
give
her
my
answer
the
day
after
to
-
morrow
.
Please
don
’
t
come
till
then
—
I
want
to
think
the
question
over
by
myself
.
I
know
I
ought
to
go
.
Won
’
t
you
help
me
to
be
reasonable
?
”
It
was
settled
,
then
.
Well
,
he
would
be
reasonable
;
he
wouldn
’
t
stand
in
her
way
;
he
would
let
her
go
.
For
two
years
he
had
been
living
some
other
,
luckier
man
’
s
life
;
the
time
had
come
when
he
must
drop
back
into
his
own
.
He
no
longer
tried
to
look
ahead
,
to
grope
his
way
through
the
endless
labyrinth
of
his
material
difficulties
;
a
sense
of
dull
resignation
closed
in
on
him
like
a
fog
.
“
Hullo
,
Glennard
!
”
a
voice
said
,
as
an
electric
-
car
,
late
that
afternoon
,
dropped
him
at
an
uptown
corner
.
He
looked
up
and
met
the
interrogative
smile
of
Barton
Flamel
,
who
stood
on
the
curbstone
watching
the
retreating
car
with
the
eye
of
a
man
philosophic
enough
to
remember
that
it
will
be
followed
by
another
.
Glennard
felt
his
usual
impulse
of
pleasure
at
meeting
Flamel
;
but
it
was
not
in
this
case
curtailed
by
the
reaction
of
contempt
that
habitually
succeeded
it
.
Probably
even
the
few
men
who
had
known
Flamel
since
his
youth
could
have
given
no
good
reason
for
the
vague
mistrust
that
he
inspired
.
Some
people
are
judged
by
their
actions
,
others
by
their
ideas
;
and
perhaps
the
shortest
way
of
defining
Flamel
is
to
say
that
his
well
-
known
leniency
of
view
was
vaguely
divined
to
include
himself
.
Simple
minds
may
have
resented
the
discovery
that
his
opinions
were
based
on
his
perceptions
;
but
there
was
certainly
no
more
definite
charge
against
him
than
that
implied
in
the
doubt
as
to
how
he
would
behave
in
an
emergency
,
and
his
company
was
looked
upon
as
one
of
those
mildly
unwholesome
dissipations
to
which
the
prudent
may
occasionally
yield
.
It
now
offered
itself
to
Glennard
as
an
easy
escape
from
the
obsession
of
moral
problems
,
which
somehow
could
no
more
be
worn
in
Flamel
’
s
presence
than
a
surplice
in
the
street
.
