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From the depths of her chair, Rachael for several moments sat and subjected her visitor to a close and merciless scrutiny.
"So you," she said at last, "were the fairy godfather. You were the man who trusted a nameless boy with five hundred pounds, because his vaporings amused you. You pushed him out into the world, you bade him go and seek his fortune."