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Webster, Henry Kitchell, 1875-1932

"The Real Adventure"

And of course I couldn't go back and
ask. Daphne something, I think. It sounded exactly like a chorus name,
anyhow." And then: "Well, how about it? Will you play the game?"
"Oh, yes," he said with a docility that surprised Frederica. "I'll play
it. It comes to exactly the same thing, what we both want done, and our
reasons for doing it are important to nobody but ourselves."
She turned to Frederica.
"You too, Freddy?" she asked. "Will you give your moral principles a
vacation and take Rod's message to Rose, even though you may think it's
Quixotic nonsense?"
"I'll see Rose myself," said Rodney quietly.
It struck Frederica that if not his natural self, he had gone a long way
at least, to recovering his natural manner. Telling Martin all about it
that night, as she always told him about everything (because Martin was
Frederica's discovery and her secret. No one else suspected, not even
Martin himself, how intelligent and understanding he was, nor how
luminous his simple remarks about complex situations could sometimes
be), she adverted to a paradox which had often puzzled her in the past.


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