"But there's my resignation."
Winter picked a letter from a bundle, struck a match, set fire to the paper, and lighted a cigar with it.
"There goes your resignation!" he said.
During the following summer Rosalind Marsh and Rupert Osborne were married at Tormouth. It was a quiet wedding, and since that day they have led quiet lives, so it is to be presumed that they have settled satisfactorily the problem of how to be happy though rich.
THE END
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