SANCTUARY
"Miss Verney, then: I suppose you know."
Darrow paused in front of her. "Yes: he's talked a good deal about her. You think she wants him to succeed?"
"At any price!"
He drew his brows together. "What do you call any price?"
"Well—herself, in this case, I believe."
Darrow bent a puzzled stare on her. "You mean she attaches that amount of importance to this competition?"
"She seems to regard it as symbolical: that's what I gather. And I'm afraid she's given him the same impression."
Darrow's sunken face was suffused by his rare smile. "Oh, well, he'll pull it off then!" he said.
Mrs. Peyton rose with a distracted sigh. "I half hope he won't, for such a motive," she exclaimed.
"The motive won't show in his work,"
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