The Day of Days - An Extravaganza by Louis Joseph Vance
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before anything serious comes of it he'll have to make good use of his
Day of Days--if _Kismet_ ever sends him one. I hope it will," P. Sybarite added sincerely. "You don't believe--really--?" "Just now? With all my heart! I'm so full of romantic nonsense I can hardly stick. Nothing is too incredible for me to believe to-night. I'm ready to play _Hajj the Beggar_ to any combination of impossibilities _Kismet_ cares to brew in Bagdad-on-the-Hudson!" Again the girl laughed quietly to his humour. "And since you're a true believer, Mr. Sybarite, tell me, what use _you_ would make of your Day of Days?" "I? Oh, I--" Smiling wistfully, he opened deprecatory palms. "Hard to say.... I'm afraid I should prove a fatuous fool in George's esteem equally with old _Hajj_. I'm sure that, like him, the sunset of my Day would see me proscribed, a price upon my head." "But--why?" "I'm afraid I'd try to use my power to right old wrongs." After a pause, she asked diffidently: "Your own?" "Perhaps.... Yes, my own, certainly.... And perhaps another's, not so old but possibly quite as grievous." |
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