THE FOUR PHILANTHROPISTS
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"That choice"—I went on in my best forensic manner—"shows a hideous deformity in your character which I cannot tolerate. I can no longer allow my sister to associate with you; I can no longer associate with you myself. We will return by train."
"B-b-but—" stammered Sir Reginald.
"Silence. I will hear nothing," I said, raising my hand. "Go—go to your Patagonians."
"Oh, damn the Patagonians!" said Sir Reginald.
"And these are the sentiments and language of the man who has left them £5,000 in his will. Come, Angel," said I; and I turned on my heel.
