"You have so much before you, so many possibilities. There is so
much that you may gain, so much that you may miss."
He looked puzzled.
"I have a lot of money," he said. "That's all! I haven't any
friends nor any education worth speaking of. I don't see quite
where the possibilities come in."
She crossed the room and came over close to his side, resting her
arm upon the mantelpiece. She was still wearing her walking-dress,
prim and straight in its folds about her tall, graceful figure, and
her hair, save for the slight waviness about the forehead, was
plainly dressed. There were none of the cheap arts about her to
which Trent had become accustomed in women who sought to attract.
Yet, as she stood looking down at him, a faint smile, half humorous,
half satirical, playing about the corners of her shapely mouth, he
felt his heart beat faster than ever it had done in any African
jungle. It was the nervous and emotional side of the man to which
she appealed. He felt unlike himself, undergoing a new phase of
development. There was something stirring within him which he
could not understand.
"You haven't any friends," she said softly, "nor any education, but
you are a millionaire! That is quite sufficient. You are a
veritable Caesar with undiscovered worlds before you.
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