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"
Yet
some
one
loves
him
I
daresay
!
"
I
said
.
"
Some
one
loves
him
!
"
echoed
Lucio
with
inimitable
disdain
--
"
Bah
!
Three
ballet
girls
live
on
him
if
that
is
what
you
mean
.
His
mother
loved
him
--
but
she
is
dead
--
he
broke
her
heart
.
He
is
no
good
I
tell
you
--
let
him
pay
his
debt
in
full
,
even
to
the
soul
he
staked
so
lightly
.
If
I
were
the
devil
now
,
and
had
just
won
the
strange
game
we
played
to-night
,
I
suppose
according
to
priestly
tradition
,
I
should
be
piling
up
the
fire
for
Lynton
in
high
glee
--
but
being
what
I
am
,
I
say
let
the
man
alone
to
make
his
own
destiny
--
let
things
take
their
course
--
and
as
he
chose
to
risk
everything
,
so
let
him
pay
everything
.
"
We
were
by
this
time
walking
slowly
into
Pall
Mall
--
I
was
on
the
point
of
making
some
reply
,
when
catching
sight
of
a
man
's
figure
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
way
,
not
far
from
the
Marlborough
Club
,
I
uttered
an
involuntary
exclamation
.
"
Why
there
he
is
!
"
I
said
--
"
there
is
Viscount
Lynton
!
"
Lucio
's
hand
closed
tightly
on
my
arm
.
"
You
do
n't
want
to
speak
to
him
now
,
surely
!
"
"
No
.
But
I
wonder
where
he
's
going
?
He
walks
rather
unsteadily
.
"
"
Drunk
,
most
probably
!
"
And
Lucio
's
face
presented
the
same
relentless
expression
of
scorn
I
had
so
often
seen
and
marvelled
at
.
We
paused
a
moment
,
watching
the
Viscount
strolling
aimlessly
up
and
down
in
front
of
the
clubs
--
till
all
at
once
he
seemed
to
come
to
a
sudden
resolution
,
and
stopping
short
,
he
shouted
,
