``Only two kinds of persons could do it,'' replied
Cyrilla--``a dull person--a plodder--and a genius.
Middling people--they're the kind that fill the world,
they're you and I, my dear--middling people have to
fuss with the trifles that must be sacrificed if one is to
do anything big. You call those trifles your freedom,
but they're your slavery. And by sacrificing them the
Lucia Rivis buy their freedom.'' Cyrilla looked at the
paper with a heavy sigh. ``Ah, I wish I had seen this
when I was your age. Now, it's too late.''
Said Mildred: ``Would you seriously advise me to
try that?''
Cyrilla came and sat beside her and put an arm
around her. ``Mildred,'' she said, ``I've never thrust
advice on you. I only dare do it now because you ask
me, and because I love you. You must try it. It's
your one chance. If you do not, you will fail. You
don't believe me?''
In a tone that was admission, Mildred said: ``I
don't know.''
``Keith has given you there the secret of a successful
career.
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