But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned. “Don’t be a hypocrite. ” She murmured. Then the hotel manager struck his palms together sharply, and two Chinese "boys" came pattering in from the dining room. Flowers, theatre boxes, carriages, the “open sesame” to the whole world of pleasure. He was an outside broker and the proprietor of a financial newspaper; he had come up very rapidly in the last few years, and Mr.
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