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 &quot;Not to me,&quot; he returned. &quot;I had n't seen Darrow's then.&quot;

There was a long silence. Mrs. Peyton sat with her eyes fixed on her clasped hands, and her son paced the room restlessly.

&quot;Are they so wonderful?&quot; she asked at length.

&quot;Yes.&quot;

She paused again, and then said, lifting a tremulous glance to his face: &quot;That makes his offer all the more beautiful.&quot;

Dick was lighting another cigarette, and his face was turned from her. &quot;Yes—I suppose so,&quot; he said in a low tone.

&quot;They were quite finished, he told me,&quot; she continued, unconsciously dropping her voice to the pitch of his.

&quot;Yes.&quot;

&quot;Then they will be entered, I suppose?&quot;

&quot;Of course—why not?&quot; he answered almost sharply.

&quot;Shall you have time to attend to all