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IV

           “Iratherthinkthey’dattractagooddealofnoticeiftheywerepublished.”

           Flamelstilllookeduninterested.“Love-letters,Isuppose?”

           “Oh,just—thelettersawomanwouldwritetoamansheknewwell.Theyweretremendousfriends,heandshe.”

           “Andshewroteacleverletter?”

           “Clever?ItwasMargaretAubyn.”

           Agreatsilencefilledtheroom.ItseemedtoGlennardthatthewordshadburstfromhimasbloodgushesfromawound.

           “GreatScott!”saidFlamel,sittingup.“AcollectionofMargaretAubyn’sletters?Didyousayyouhadthem?”

           “Theywereleftme—bymyfriend.”

           “Isee.Washe—well,nomatter.You’retobecongratulated,atanyrate.Whatareyougoingtodowiththem?”

           Glennardstoodupwithasenseofwearinessinallhisbones.“Oh,Idon’tknow.Ihaven’tthoughtmuchaboutit.Ijusthappenedtoseethatsomefellowwaswritingherlife—”

           “Joslin;yes.Youdidn’tthinkofgivingthemtohim?”

           GlennardhadloungedacrosstheroomandstoodstaringupatabronzeBacchuswhodroopedhisgarlandedheadabovethepedimentofanItaliancabinet.“WhatoughtItodo?You’rejustthefellowtoadviseme.”Hefeltthebloodinhischeekashespoke.

           Flamelsatwithmeditativeeye.“Whatdoyouwanttodowiththem?”heasked.

           “Iwanttopublishthem,”saidGlennard,swingingroundwithsuddenenergy—“IfIcan—”

           “Ifyoucan?They’reyours,yousay?”

           “They’reminefastenough.

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