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

"A Millionaire of Yesterday"

He shared the work with you, didn't
he? It seems such hard lines that he could not have shared the
reward!"
He showed no sign of emotion such as she had expected, and for which
she had been narrowly watching him. Only he grew at once more
serious, and he led her a little further still from the crush of
people. It was the luncheon interval, and though the next race
was the most important of the day, the stream of promenaders had
thinned off a little.
"It is strange," he said, "that you should have spoken to me of my
partner. I have been thinking about him a good deal lately."
"In what way?"
"Well, first of all, I am not sure that our agreement was altogether
a fair one," he said. "He had a daughter and I am very anxious to
find her! I feel that she is entitled to a certain number of shares
in the Company, and I want her to accept them."
"Have you tried to find her?" she asked.
He looked steadily at her for a moment, but her parasol had dropped
a little upon his side and he could not see her face.
"Yes, I have tried," he said slowly, "and I have suffered a great
disappointment. She knows quite well that I am searching for her,
and she prefers to remain undiscovered."
"That sounds strange," she remarked, with her eyes fixed upon the
distant Surrey hills.


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