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"Trender," said Duke, unexpectedly after a silence the next morning, as we loitered over breakfast, "pay attention to one thing. I don't ask you for a fragment of your past history and don't want to hear anything about it. You'll say, as yet you haven't offered me your confidence, and quite right, too, on the top of our short acquaintance. But don't ever offer it to me, you understand? Our friendship starts from sunrise, morning by morning, and lasts the day. I don't mean it shall be the less true for that; I have a theory, that's all. "
"What is it, Straw? "