"No--'I thank whatever
gods there be, I am the captain of my soul!' Oh, she's all right--
altogether too good for me," he added. "Here, try this tobacco."
Larry picked up the pouch flung him and accepted without remark this
being abruptly shunted off the track. But he surmised that this woman
in the background of Hunt's life meant a great deal more to the
painter than Hunt tried to indicate by his attempt to dismiss her
casually--and Larry wondered what kind of woman she was, and what the
story had been.
The following day, clean-shaven and in his freshened clothes--they
were smart and well-tailored, though sober indeed compared with
Barney's, and two years behind the style of which Barney's were the
extreme expression--Larry passed Maggie on the stairway with a smile,
who gave him no smile in return, and started forth upon his quest. He
was well-dressed, he had money in his pockets, he had a plan, and the
air of freedom of a new life was sweet in his nostrils. He was going
to succeed!
It was easy enough, with his mind alert for what he wanted, and with
the Duchess's liberal allowance to pay for what he wanted, for Larry
to find in this city of ten thousand institutes teaching business
methods, the particular article which suited his especial needs.
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