Flowing Gold by Rex Ellingwood Beach
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page 91 of 491 (18%)
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"And miss all the fun? Miss my pay for the trip? I agreed to take my commission in thrills." The jeweler was frankly curious. "Weren't you frightened?" "Frightened? No." Gray shook his head. "I've never been really afraid of anything or anybody, so far as I recall. I've never been able to understand the necessity of being frightened. I dare say the capacity for enjoying that particular emotion was omitted from my make-up--the result of some peculiar prenatal influence, probably. I'm sorry, too, for fear must have a fascination and I like unusual sensations." "Speaking of your commissions, how am I going to pay you--not for the sale you made, although I wouldn't have done as well, but for the loss you saved the firm and for the risk you ran?" Gray felt a momentary desire to have done with pretense, to confess his true condition and to beg not only a suitable reward for his services, but also as large a loan as Coverly could spare. It is hard to maintain an attitude of opulence on less than nothing; it would be so much easier to have done with this counterfeit gesture and trust to a straightforward appeal. But he dared not yield to the impulse. "You may give me anything you see fit," he declared, "and I sha'n't embarrass you by refusing. On the contrary, go as strongly as you possibly can." |
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