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THAT this hope was to be frustrated Bernald learned from Howland Wade's / own lips, the day before the two young men were to meet at Portchester.
"I can't really, my dear fellow," the Interpreter lisped, passing a / polished hand over the faded smoothness of his face. "Oh, an authentic / engagement, I assure you: otherwise, to oblige old Bob I'd submit / cheerfully to looking over his foundling's literature. But I'm pledged / this week to the Pellerin Society of Kenosha: I had a hand in founding / it, and for two years now they've been patiently waiting for a word from / me -- the _Fiat Lux_, so to speak. You see it's a ministry, Bernald -- I / assure you, I look upon my calling quite religiously."