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 you won't?" He had an injured expression. "Well, I'm off. See me into the cab, old chap, you're a decent fellow after all. . . not one of these beggars who would sell their best friend. . . for a little money. . . or some woman. Will see the last of me. . ."

I didn't believe he would reach the South Seas, but I went downstairs and watched him march up the street with a slight stagger under the pallid dawn. I suppose it was the lingering chill of the night that made me shiver. I felt unbounded confidence in the future, there was nothing now between her and me. The echo of my footsteps on the flagstones accompanied me, filling the empty earth with the sound of my progress.