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minous rate of a franc a reverberation. I cannot afford to let things drift. Neither, my son,” he tapped the young man impressively on the shoulder. “Neither can you.” Martin straightened himself, half resentful, and twirled his trim moustache. “It’s all very well, my son,” said Fortinbras w

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ith his benevolent smile, “but all the let-Hell-come airs in the world can’t do anything else but intensify the fact that you’re a Soldier of Fortune. Faint heart—you

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know the jingle—and faintness of heart is not the attribute of a soldier. Good-bye, my dear Martin.” He held out his hand. “You will see me to-morrow at our usual hau

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nt.” Fortinbras waved adieu. Martin lit a cigarette and sat in a far corner of the verandah. The westering sun beat heavily on the striped awning. Further along, by the

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door, a small group of visitors were gathered round an Indian juggler. For the first time, almost, since his landing in Egypt, he permitted himself to think. A Soldier of Fortune. The words conveyed sinister significance: a predatory swash-buckler in search of

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any fortune to his hand: Lucilla’s fortune. Hitherto he had blinded himself to sordid considerations. He had dived, figuratively

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Fortunatus. The magic of destiny would provide for his

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material wants. What to him, soul-centred on the ineffab

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le woman, were such unimportant and mean preoccupations?

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He had lived in his dream. He had lived in his intoxica

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  • moment. And now, crash! he came to earth. A Soldier of Fortune. An adventurer. A swindler. The brutal commonsense aspect grinned in his face. On ship-board Fortinbras had warned him that he was an adventurer. He h

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  • ad not heeded. . . . He was a Soldier of Fortune. He must strike the iron while it was hot. That was what Fortinbras meant. He must secure the heiress. He hated Fortinbras. The sudden realisation of his position de

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  • vastated his soul. And yet he loved her. He desired her as he had not dreamed it to be in a man’s power to desire. At last his glance rested on the little crowd around the Indian juggler; and then suddenly he bec

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called me a Soldier of Fortune. The term isn’t pretty. You are a woman of great wealth. I am a man practically penniless. I have

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no position, no profession. I am what the world calls an adventurer.” She protested. “That’s nonsense. You have been absolutely honest with me

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from first to last.”?’ “Honest in so far as I’ve not concealed my material situation. But honourable? . . . If you had known in Brant?me that I

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had already dared to love you, would you have suggested my coming to Egypt?” “Possibly not,” replied Lucilla, the shadow of an ironical smile p

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laying about her lips. “But—we can be quite frank—I don’t see how you could have told me.” “Of course I couldn’t,” he admitted. “But lovin

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g you as I did, I ought not to have come. It was not the part of an honourable man.” His elbow on the arm of the cane chair and

his chin on his hand he looked with haggard questioning into her

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