Hearts and Masks by Harold MacGrath
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"Frankly, I wish I might tell you. All I am at liberty to say is that
I am about to set forth upon a desperate adventure, and I shall be very fortunate if I do not spend the night in the lock-up." "You do not look desperate." "Oh, I am not desperate; it is only the adventure that is desperate." "Some princess in durance vile? Some villain to smite? Citadels to storm?" Her smile was enchantment itself. I hesitated a moment. "What would you say if I told you that this adventure was merely to prove to myself what a consummate ass the average man can be upon occasions?" "Why go to the trouble of proving it?"--drolly. "I am conceited enough to have some doubts as to the degree." "Consider it positive." I laughed. "I am in hopes that I am neither a positive ass nor a superlative one, only comparative." "But the adventure; that is the thing that mainly interests me." "Oh, that is a secret which I should hesitate to tell even to the Sphinx." "I see you are determined not to illuminate the darkness,"--and she |
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