"I would much rather live with Hugh Ingelow
than die with him. Handsome Hugh." Her eyes softened and grew humid.
"You are right, Miriam. You can spae fortunes, I see. I do like Hugh,
dearly. But he is not the man."
"No? Are you sure?"
"Quite sure. He is too chivalrous, for one thing, to force a lady's
inclination."
"Don't trust any of them. Their motto is: 'All fair in love!' And then,
you know, you played him a very shabby trick."
"I know I did."
Miss Dane laughed at the recollection.
"And he said he would not forget."
"So they all said. That's why I fear it may be one of the three."
"And it is one of the three; and you are not the clever girl I give you
credit to be if you can not find it out."
"How?"
"Are they so much alike in height, and gait, and manner of speaking, and
fifty other things, that you can't identify him in spite of his mask?"
"It is not so easy to recognize a masked man when he disguises himself
in a long cloak and speaks French in a feigned voice. Those three men
are very much of a height, and all are straight and slender.
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