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tea and set it down with a gasp, precariously near the edge of the tea-table. Mrs. Peyton rescued the cup, and Darrow, apparently forgetting its existence, rose and began to pace the room. It was always hard for him to sit still when he talked.
"You mean he's so tremendously set on it?" he broke out.
Mrs. Peyton hesitated. "You know him almost as well as I do," she said. "He's capable of anything where there is a possibility of success; but I'm always afraid of the reaction."
"Oh, well, Dick's a man," said Darrow bluntly. "Besides, he's going to succeed."
"I wish he did n't feel so sure of it. You must n't think I'm afraid for him. He's a man, and I want him to take his chances with other men; but I wish he did n't care so much about what people think."
"People?"
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