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 &quot;Miss Verney, then: I suppose you know.&quot;

Darrow paused in front of her. &quot;Yes: he's talked a good deal about her. You think she wants him to succeed?&quot;

&quot;At any price!&quot;

He drew his brows together. &quot;What do you call any price?&quot;

&quot;Well—herself, in this case, I believe.&quot;

Darrow bent a puzzled stare on her. &quot;You mean she attaches that amount of importance to this competition?&quot;

&quot;She seems to regard it as symbolical: that's what I gather. And I'm afraid she's given him the same impression.&quot;

Darrow's sunken face was suffused by his rare smile. &quot;Oh, well, he'll pull it off then!&quot; he said.

Mrs. Peyton rose with a distracted sigh. &quot;I half hope he won't, for such a motive,&quot; she exclaimed.

&quot;The motive won't show in his work,&quot;