"I think," the Gadfly said slowly, "that the
dead are better dead. Forgetting some things is
a difficult matter. And if I were in the place of
your dead friend, I would s-s-stay dead. The
REVENANT is an ugly spectre."
She put the portrait back into its drawer and
locked the desk.
"That is hard doctrine," she said. "And now
we will talk about something else."
"I came to have a little business talk with you,
if I may--a private one, about a plan that I have
in my head."
She drew a chair to the table and sat down.
"What do you think of the projected press-law?"
he began, without a trace of his usual stammer.
"What I think of it? I think it will not be of
much value, but half a loaf is better than no
bread."
"Undoubtedly. Then do you intend to work
on one of the new papers these good folk here are
preparing to start?"
"I thought of doing so. There is always a
great deal of practical work to be done in starting
any paper--printing and circulation arrangements
and----"
"How long are you going to waste your mental
gifts in that fashion?"
"Why 'waste'?"
"Because it is waste.
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