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"I have no occasion to complain," Wendover said coldly. "I am thinking of the daughter of the man who founded the League, who, I understand, is left absolutely penniless. I propose, sir, that you seek this girl out, and hand her at least 500. It is only fair."
As Wendover spoke he saw, at a glance, that this proposal did not commend itself to the Brotherhood, though it seemed to him that the man with the orange-colored hair nodded approval, and the man with the twisted mouth smiled.