"I don't deserve it," he said, at length; "but I would have risked a thousand deaths to enjoy this moment's happiness. They sold him the whisky. And then if some day Capes wanted her—saw fit to alter his views upon friendship. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. She had been careless.
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