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Locke, William John, 1863-1930

"Simon the Jester"

He had got over the disease and now was exceedingly sorry
to perceive that I had caught it in my turn.
"It isn't funny a bit," he continued. "It's quite natural. I see it all
now. You cut me out from the very first. You didn't mean to--you never
thought of it. But what chance had I against you? I was a young ass and
you were a brilliant man of the world. I bear you no grudge. You played
the game in that way. Then things happened--and at last you've fallen in
love with her--and now just at the critical moment she has gone off into
space. It must be devilish painful for you, if you ask me."
"Oh, Dale," said I, shaking my head, "the only fitting end to the farce
would be if you wandered over Europe to find and bring her back to me."
"I don't know about that," said he, "because I'm engaged, and that, as I
said, gives me occupation; but if I can do anything practicable, my dear
old Simon, you've only got to send for me."
He pulled out his watch.
"My hat!" he exclaimed. "It's past two o'clock."

CHAPTER XXII
I am a personage apart from humanity.


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