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We made an outcast of him. I personally
wronged him from the magistrate's bench, and he pays us back like this,
rising from an undeserved obscurity to a height where he rests secure
for ever, a reproach to us, and a great example of the man who won. And
against what odds he played it out to a supreme end, and----"
"You're right," said Tim Martlow, motioning the girl to close the door.
He wasn't used to hearing panegyrics on himself, nor was he aware that,
mechanically, he had raised the bottle to his lips.
Dolly meant to close the door discreetly; instead, she threw it from
her and jumped at the bottle. Tim was conscious of a double crash,
putting an emphatic stop to the sound of Sir William's eulogy--the
crash of the door and the bottle which Dolly snatched from him and
pitched against the wall.
"Letters of gold," she panted, "and you shan't tarnish them. I'll see
to that."
He gaped for a moment at the liquor flowing from the bottle, then
raised his eyes to hers. "You?" he said.
"I haven't got a baby to look after," said Dolly.


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