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That
sort
of
talk
was
well
enough
once
,
but
it
don
’
t
go
any
more
.
We
want
a
yes
or
no
answer
.
”
It
was
gone
—
that
old
-
time
power
of
mastery
,
that
faculty
of
command
.
The
ground
crumbled
beneath
his
feet
.
Long
since
it
had
been
,
by
his
own
hand
,
undermined
.
Authority
was
gone
.
Why
keep
up
this
miserable
sham
any
longer
?
Could
they
not
read
the
lie
in
his
face
,
in
his
voice
?
What
a
folly
to
maintain
the
wretched
pretence
!
He
had
failed
.
He
was
ruined
.
Harran
was
gone
.
His
ranch
would
soon
go
;
his
money
was
gone
.
Lyman
was
worse
than
dead
.
His
own
honour
had
been
prostituted
.
Gone
,
gone
,
everything
he
held
dear
,
gone
,
lost
,
and
swept
away
in
that
fierce
struggle
.
And
suddenly
and
all
in
a
moment
the
last
remaining
shells
of
the
fabric
of
his
being
,
the
sham
that
had
stood
already
wonderfully
long
,
cracked
and
collapsed
.
“
Was
the
Commission
honestly
elected
?
”
insisted
Garnett
.
“
Were
the
delegates
—
did
you
bribe
the
delegates
?
”
“
We
were
obliged
to
shut
our
eyes
to
means
,
”
faltered
Magnus
.
“
There
was
no
other
way
to
—
”
Then
suddenly
and
with
the
last
dregs
of
his
resolution
,
he
concluded
with
:
“
Yes
,
I
gave
them
two
thousand
dollars
each
.
”
“
Oh
,
hell
!
Oh
,
my
God
!
”
exclaimed
Keast
,
sitting
swiftly
down
upon
the
ragged
sofa
.
There
was
a
long
silence
.
A
sense
of
poignant
embarrassment
descended
upon
those
present
.
No
one
knew
what
to
say
or
where
to
look
.
Garnett
,
with
a
laboured
attempt
at
nonchalance
,
murmured
:
“
I
see
.
Well
,
that
’
s
what
I
was
trying
to
get
at
.
Yes
,
I
see
.
”
“
Well
,
”
said
Gethings
at
length
,
bestirring
himself
,
“
I
guess
I
’
LL
go
home
.
”
There
was
a
movement
The
group
broke
up
,
the
men
making
for
the
door
.
One
by
one
they
went
out
.
The
last
to
go
was
Keast
.
He
came
up
to
Magnus
and
shook
the
Governor
’
s
limp
hand
.
