A FOG IN SANTONE
with the sinister devoirs of a disagreeing jury.
“It is not in the unjust accusation,” he said to the girl, “that my burden lies, but in the knowledge that, from the moment I staked the first dollar of the firm’s money, I was a criminal—no matter whether I lost or won. You see why it is impossible for me to speak of love to her, an angel of goodness and innocence.”
“It is a sad thing,” said Norah, after a little pause, “to think what very good people there are in the world.”
“Good?” said Lorison.
“I was thinking of this superior person whom you say you love. She must be a very poor sort of creature.”
“I do not understand.”
“Nearly,” she continued, “as poor a sort of creature as yourself.”
“You do not understand,” said Lorison,
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