''
``You've got to risk that.''
``Besides, I'd never have had a chance of succeeding
if Mr. Ransdell hadn't taught me and stood behind
me.''
It was many minutes before Agnes Belloc said in a
hesitating, restrained voice: ``They say that success
--any kind of success--has its price, and that one has
to be ready to pay that price or fail.''
Again the profound silence. Into it gradually
penetrated the soft, insistent sound of the distant roar of
New York--a cruel, clamorous, devouring sound like
a demand for that price of success. Said Agnes timidly:
``Why not go to see Mr. Ransdell.''
``He wouldn't make it up,'' said Mildred. ``And I
--I couldn't. I tried to marry Stanley Baird for
money--and I couldn't. It would be the same way
now--only more so.''
``But you've got to do something.''
``Yes, and I will.'' Mildred had risen abruptly, was
standing at the window. Agnes Belloc could feel her
soul rearing defiantly at the city into which she was
gazing. ``I will!'' she replied.
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