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108 "Well, don't you see that all you've got to do—on the question we're dealing with—is to claim your very own wild freedom? Surely I'm right in feeling you," Lord John further remarked, "to have jumped at once to my idea that Bender is heaven-sent—and at what they call the psychologic moment, don't they?—to point that moral. Why look anywhere else for a sum of money that—smaller or greater—you can find with perfect ease in that extraordinarily bulging pocket?"

Lord Theign, slowly pacing the hall again, threw up his hands. "Ah, with 'perfect ease' can scarcely be said!"

"Why not?—when he absolutely thrusts his dirty dollars down your throat."

"Oh, I'm not talking of ease to him," Lord Theign returned—"I'm talking of ease to myself. I shall have to make a sacrifice."

"Why not then—for so great a convenience—gallantly make it?"

"Ah, my dear chap, if you want me to sell my Sir Joshua!"

But the horror in the words said enough, and Lord John felt its chill. "I don't make a point of that—God forbid! But there are