"Good fortune then, To make me bless't or cursed'st among men." MERCHANT OF VENICE.
It was evening in the Sylvester mansion. Mr. Sylvester who, according to his understanding with Paula, had been absent from his home all day, had just come in and now stood in his library waiting for the coming footfall that should decide whether the future held for him any promise of joy.
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