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Chapter XXXIX

           Likethecharlatanwhocounterfeitsaspiritualforcehehassometimesfelt,theylosethepowertheyhaveabused.ButStroeve,theunconquerablebuffoon,hadaloveandanunderstandingofbeautywhichwereashonestandsincereaswashisownsincereandhonestsoul.ItmeanttohimwhatGodmeanstothebeliever,andwhenhesawithewasafraid.

           "WhatdidyousaytoStricklandwhenyousawhim?"

           "IaskedhimtocomewithmetoHolland."

           Iwasdumbfounded.IcouldonlylookatStroeveinstupidamazement.

           "WebothlovedBlanche.Therewouldhavebeenroomforhiminmymother’shouse.Ithinkthecompanyofpoor,simplepeoplewouldhavedonehissoulagreatgood.Ithinkhemighthavelearntfromthemsomethingthatwouldbeveryusefultohim."

           "Whatdidhesay?"

           "Hesmiledalittle.Isupposehethoughtmeverysilly.Hesaidhehadotherfishtofry."

           IcouldhavewishedthatStricklandhadusedsomeotherphrasetoindicatehisrefusal.

           "HegavemethepictureofBlanche."

           IwonderedwhyStricklandhaddonethat.ButImadenoremark,andforsometimewekeptsilence.

           "Whathaveyoudonewithallyourthings?"Isaidatlast.

           "IgotaJewin,andhegavemearoundsumforthelot.I’mtakingmypictureshomewithme.BesidethemIownnothingintheworldnowbutaboxofclothesandafewbooks."

           "I’mgladyou’regoinghome,"Isaid.

           Ifeltthathischancewastoputallthepastbehindhim.Ihopedthatthegriefwhichnowseemedintolerablewouldbesoftenedbythelapseoftime,andamercifulforgetfulnesswouldhelphimtotakeuponcemoretheburdenoflife

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