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That's very true. But this seems an
exaggeration."
"I should like to know what reasons you have to say that," asked Fyne
with offended solemnity. "I really don't see any. But I had sufficient
authority to tell my brother-in-law that if he thought he was going to do
something chivalrous and fine he was mistaken. I can see very well that
he will do everything she asks him to do--but, all the same, it is rather
a pitiless transaction."
For a moment I felt it might be so. Fyne caught sight of an approaching
tram-car and stepped out on the road to meet it. "Have you a more
compassionate scheme ready?" I called after him. He made no answer,
clambered on to the rear platform, and only then looked back. We
exchanged a perfunctory wave of the hand. We also looked at each other,
he rather angrily, I fancy, and I with wonder. I may also mention that
it was for the last time. From that day I never set eyes on the Fynes.
As usual the unexpected happened to me. It had nothing to do with Flora
de Barral. The fact is that I went away. My call was not like her call.


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