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“
I
?
”
she
cried
.
“
Oh
,
I
’
VE
gone
to
hell
.
It
was
either
that
or
starvation
.
”
Presley
regained
his
room
at
the
club
,
white
and
trembling
.
Worse
than
the
worst
he
had
feared
had
happened
.
He
had
not
been
soon
enough
to
help
.
He
had
failed
again
.
A
superstitious
fear
assailed
him
that
he
was
,
in
a
manner
,
marked
;
that
he
was
foredoomed
to
fail
.
Minna
had
come
—
had
been
driven
to
this
;
and
he
,
acting
too
late
upon
his
tardy
resolve
,
had
not
been
able
to
prevent
it
.
Were
the
horrors
,
then
,
never
to
end
?
Was
the
grisly
spectre
of
consequence
to
forever
dance
in
his
vision
?
Were
the
results
,
the
far
-
reaching
results
of
that
battle
at
the
irrigating
ditch
to
cross
his
path
forever
?
When
would
the
affair
be
terminated
,
the
incident
closed
?
Where
was
that
spot
to
which
the
tentacle
of
the
monster
could
not
reach
?
By
now
,
he
was
sick
with
the
dread
of
it
all
.
He
wanted
to
get
away
,
to
be
free
from
that
endless
misery
,
so
that
he
might
not
see
what
he
could
no
longer
help
.
Cowardly
he
now
knew
himself
to
be
.
He
thought
of
himself
only
with
loathing
.
Bitterly
self
-
contemptuous
that
he
could
bring
himself
to
a
participation
in
such
trivialities
,
he
began
to
dress
to
keep
his
engagement
to
dine
with
the
Cedarquists
.
He
arrived
at
the
house
nearly
half
an
hour
late
,
but
before
he
could
take
off
his
overcoat
,
Mrs
.
Cedarquist
appeared
in
the
doorway
of
the
drawing
-
room
at
the
end
of
the
hall
.
She
was
dressed
as
if
to
go
out
.
“
My
DEAR
Presley
,
”
she
exclaimed
,
her
stout
,
over
-
dressed
body
bustling
toward
him
with
a
great
rustle
of
silk
.
“
I
never
was
so
glad
.
You
poor
,
dear
poet
,
you
are
thin
as
a
ghost
.
You
need
a
better
dinner
than
I
can
give
you
,
and
that
is
just
what
you
are
to
have
.
”
“
Have
I
blundered
?
”
Presley
hastened
to
exclaim
.
“
Did
not
Mr
.
Cedarquist
mention
Friday
evening
?
”
“
No
,
no
,
no
,
”
she
cried
;
“
it
was
he
who
blundered
.
YOU
blundering
in
a
social
amenity
!
Preposterous
!
No
;
Mr
.
Cedarquist
forgot
that
we
were
dining
out
ourselves
to
-
night
,
and
when
he
told
me
he
had
asked
you
here
for
the
same
evening
,
I
fell
upon
the
man
,
my
dear
,
I
did
actually
,
tooth
and
nail
.
But
I
wouldn
’
t
hear
of
his
wiring
you
.
I
just
dropped
a
note
to
our
hostess
,
asking
if
I
could
not
bring
you
,
and
when
I
told
her
who
you
WERE
,
she
received
the
idea
with
,
oh
,
empressement
.
So
,
there
it
is
,
all
settled
.
Cedarquist
and
the
girls
are
gone
on
ahead
,
and
you
are
to
take
the
old
lady
like
a
dear
,
dear
poet
.
I
believe
I
hear
the
carriage
.
Allons
!
En
voiture
!
”
