THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
see your heroines, because you never care anything about seeing them yourself."
He laughed. "What do you know about my heroines?"
"I know all about them. I've read all your books."
"Poor child. I feel for you."
"Now, don't you do it, too."
"Do what?"
"Laugh at me."
"Forgive me—I won't ever again. How did you happen to read my things?"
"Well, I found The Soul of Ignace in Paris, and I liked that pretty well, so I got the others. The Soul of Ignace is the best thing you've done."
"I agree with you. It was written when I had the most to say."
"Were you Ignace?"
A dark flush mounted Drake's face, and burnt itself out in his hair. It might have been anger or embarrassment or shame.
"Yes," he answered finally.
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