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Chapter 4

           WhatmoredoyouwantofFateorFortune?Nothingexceptfame!Andthatyouwillgeteasily,fornow-a-daysevenfameispurchasablelikelove.Yourstarisintheascendantnomoreliterarydrudgeryforyoumyboy!pleasureandprofitandeaseareyourstoenjoyfortherestofyourlife.Youarealuckydog!atlastyouhaveyourday!"

           Iflungmyselfuponthesoftbed,andsettledmyselftosleepandasIdozedoff,Istillheardtherumbleofheavythunderinthedistance.OnceIfanciedIheardtheprince’svoicecalling"Amiel!Amiel!"withawildnessresemblingtheshriekofanangrywindandatanothermomentIstartedviolentlyfromaprofoundslumberundertheimpressionthatsomeonehadapproachedandwaslookingfixedlyatme.Isatupinbed,peeringintothedarkness,forthefirehadgoneout;thenIturnedonasmallelectricnight-lampatmysidewhichfullyilluminedtheroomtherewasnoonethere.YetmyimaginationplayedmesuchtricksbeforeIcouldrestagainthatIthoughtIheardahissingwhispernearmethatsaid

           "Peace!Troublehimnot.Letthefoolinhisfollysleep!"

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