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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"A Millionaire of Yesterday"


"It would be much better for you," she said, "if you would make up
your mind to put that folly behind you."
"It may be folly, but it is not the sort of folly one forgets."
"You had better try then, Cecil," she said, "for it is quite
hopeless. You know that. Be a man and leave off dwelling upon the
impossible. I do not wish to marry, and I do not expect to, but if
ever I did, it would not be you!"
He was silent for a few moments - looking gloomily across at the
girl, loathing the thought that she, his ideal of all those things
which most become a woman, graceful, handsome, perfectly bred,
should ever be brought into contact at all with such a man as this
one whose confidence she was planning to gain. No, he could not
go away and leave her! He must be at hand, must remain her friend.
"I wonder," he said, "couldn't we have one of our old evenings
again? Listen - "
"I would rather not," she interrupted softly. "If you will persist
in talking of a forbidden subject you must go away. Be reasonable,
Cecil."
He was silent for a moment. When he spoke again his tone was
changed.
"Very well," he said. "I will try to let things be as you wish
- for the present. Now do you want to hear some news?"
She nodded.
"Of course "
"It's about Dick - seems rather a coincidence too.


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