"
"You would give it?" Felix exclaimed.
"To the last drop of blood in my body," Mr. Sabin answered. "Save
for my love for her I am a dead man upon the earth. I have no
longer politics or ambition. So the past can easily be expunged.
Those who must be her guiding influence shall be mine."
"You will win her back," Felix said. "I am sure of it."
"I am willing to pay any price on earth," Mr. Sabin answered. "If
they can forget the past I can. I want you to remember this. I
want her to know it. I want them to know it. That is all, Felix."
Mr. Sabin leaned back in his seat. He had left this country last
a stricken and defeated man, left it with the echoes of his ruined
schemes crashing in his ears. He came back to it a man with one
purpose only, and that such a purpose as never before had guided
him--the love of a woman. Was it a sign of age, he wondered, this
return to the humanities? His life had been full of great schemes,
he had wielded often a gigantic influence, more than once he had
made history. And now the love of these things had gone from him.
Their fascination was powerless to quicken by a single beat his
steady pulse. Monarchy or republic--what did he care? It was
Lucille he wanted, the woman who had shown him how sweet even defeat
might be, who had made these three years of his life so happy that
they seemed to have passed in one delightful dream.
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