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Chapter 10

           "Lucio!Youhavenoheart!"Iexclaimed,strugglingviolentlytoescapefromhishold—"Howcanyoustoptoreasoninsuchacase!Thinkofit!Iamthecauseofallthemischief!—itismycursedluckatbaccaratthiseveningthathasbeenthefinalblowtothewretchedyoungfellow’sfortunes—Iamconvincedofit!—Ishallneverforgivemyself—"

           "Uponmyword,Geoffrey,yourconscienceisverytender!"heanswered,holdingmyarmstillmorecloselyandhurryingmeawaydespitemyself—"Youmusttryandtoughenitalittleifyouwanttobesuccessfulinlife.Your‘cursedluck’youthink,hascausedLynton’sdeath?Surelyitisacontradictionintermstocallluck‘cursed,’—andasfortheViscount,hedidnotneedthatlastgameatbaccarattoemphasisehisruin.Youarenottoblame.Andforthesakeoftheclub,iffornothingelse,Idonotintendeitheryouormyselftobemixedupinacaseofsuicide.Thecoroner’sverdictalwaysdisposesoftheseincidentscomfortablyintwowords—‘Temporaryinsanity.’"

           Ishuddered.MysoulsickenedasIthoughtthatwithinafewyardsofuswasthebleedingcorpseofthemanIhadsolatelyseenaliveandspokenwith—andnotwithstandingLucio’swordsIfeltasifIhadmurderedhim.

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