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Ruperra smiled gaily on his bewildered companions.
"Behold, I am the God in the Car," he said. "I am the Chosen Instrument of Destiny. Yet I thought I was a mere commonplace financier. Had anybody told me a few days ago that I should be selected as the intermediary of a tender romance, I should have laughed, but here am I bringing two loving hearts together, there am I rescuing the cavalier from his dungeon and restoring him to the arms of the one woman--"