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I've
exhausted every possibility. And you--you have nothing, or you would
have let me hear it?"
"There is nothing," she said. "Uncle Ben would most certainly
have told me if any news had reached him. I am sure that he is
dead--Robert Redmayne."
"I think so too. Tell me a little about yourself, if I may venture
to ask?"
"You have been so thoughtful for me. And I appreciated it. I'm all
right, Mr. Brendon. There is still my life to live and I find ways
of being useful here."
"You are contented, then?"
"Yes. Contentment is a poor substitute for happiness; but I am
contented."
He longed to speak intimately, yet had no excuse for doing so.
"How much I wish it was in my power to brighten your content into
happiness again," he said.
She smiled at him.
"Thank you for such a friendly wish. I am sure you mean it."
"Indeed I do."
"Perhaps I shall come to London some day, and then you would
befriend me a little."
"How much I hope you will--soon."
"But I am dull and stupid still.


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