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Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911

"The Deluge"

"Let's try to forget." And I
touched her hand and hastened away.
When two human beings set out to misunderstand each other, how fast and far
they go! How shut-in we are from each other, with only halting means of
communication that break down under the slightest strain!
As I was leaving the house next morning, I gave Sanders this note for her:
"I have gone to live at the Downtown Hotel. When you have decided what
course to take, let me know. If my 'rights' ever had any substance, they
have starved away to such weak things that they collapse even as I try to
set them up. I hope your freedom will give you happiness, and me peace."
"You are ill, sir?" asked my old servant, my old friend, as he took the
note.
"Stay with her, Sanders, as long as she wishes," said I, ignoring his
question. "Then come to me."
His look made me shake hands with him. As I did it, we both remembered the
last time we had shaken hands--when he had the roses for my home-coming
with my bride. It seemed to me I could smell those roses.


XXXII
LANGDON COMES TO THE SURFACE

I shall not estimate the vast sums it cost the Roebuck-Langdon clique
to maintain the prices of National Coal, and so give plausibility to
the fiction that the public was buying eagerly.


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