"Poor old Sam—you poor, blind, silly old Sam."
A moment later she was out of his arms and across the floor.
"But don't imagine," she cried, "that I'm sure that I'm going to stay. I may be off at any minute. This very night perhaps!"
He was alone staring at the closed door. The golden balls were still dancing. He wanted to follow her. He got up. He stopped. He had a moment of intense disappointment.
Then—"By Jove, I believe I'm glad. I don't want to be sure of her. I hope I'll never be sure of her again!"
And on that flash of self-realisation he began his new life.
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LIZZIE RAND
Lizzie Rand was just forty-six years of age when old Mrs. Roughton McKenzie died leaving her all her money. Months later she had not thoroughly realised what had happened to her.