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The Scarlet Runner understand it too well, and when you hunt, I'm there too. Danger isn't like danger when one can see what's going on, do you think?"

"No," said Georgie. "I think you're absurd—that's what I think. What do you suppose I feel like when I see you careering along on that mad red Irish horse of yours? And I don't forbid you to ride him. That's because I'm not selfish."

"Perhaps it's because you don't care," she cried quickly.

"Diana!"

"Oh, well, don't be indignant, Georgie. You do care I know, in your way. But it's not quite my way, you see. And I want you to give up football for my sake. The highest pleasure one can have is the pleasure of sacrifice."

"Don't see it," he said shortly. "Can't go back on the club at such short notice for a rotten reason like—"

"Georgie!"

He held out his hand, his lips tightly set.

"Good night, Di. I wish you were go- 165