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how she had come to sacrifice everything to the one passion of ambition for her boy. . . .
At daylight she sent another messenger, one of her own servants, who returned with out having seen Dick. Mr. Peyton had sent word that there was no change. He would write later; he wanted nothing. The day wore on drearily. Once Kate found herself computing the precious hours lost to Dick s unfinished task. She blushed at her ineradicable selfishness, and tried to turn her mind to poor Darrow. But she could not master her impulses; and now she caught herself indulging the thought that his illness would at least exclude him from the competition. But no—she remembered that he had said his work was finished. Come what might, he stood in the path of her boy's success. She hated herself for the thought, but it would not down.
Evening drew on, but there was no note from Dick. At length, in the shamed re-
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