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Then Fate played a hand in the game. I'll tell you how. "My brother died a year or two later, and I went abroad to try and forget it. I went salmon fishing in Canada. But, though the sport was good, it was not like the old times with Jack. The camp never felt the[80] same without him. I missed him badly. THEN FATE PLAYED A HAND IN THE GAME I'LL TELL YOU HOW MY BROTHER DIED A YEAR OR TWO LATER AND I WENT ABROAD TO TRY AND FORGET IT I WENT SALMON FISHING IN CANADA BUT THOUGH THE SPORT WAS GOOD IT WAS NOT LIKE THE OLD TIMES WITH JACK THE CAMP NEVER FELT THE SAME WITHOUT HIM I MISSED HIM BADLY
 have felt justified in drawing on him at sight, and he would have felt the same. Murder? If you like. I should call it self-defence. Anyhow, the fellow polluted the room for me. He spoilt the enjoyment of that dinner we had ordered months before in China.” “But you saw him again, of course, later?” “Lots of times. Not that night, because we went on to a theatre. But in the club we were always running across one another—in the houses of friends at lunch or dinner; at race meetings; all over the place; in fact, I even had some trouble to avoid being introduced to him. And every time we met our eyes betrayed us. He felt in his heart what I felt in mine. Ugh! He was as loathsome to me as leprosy, and as dangerous. Odd, isn’t it? The most intense feeling, except love, I’ve ever known. I remember”—he laughed gruffly—“I used to feel quite sorry for him. If he felt what I felt, and I’m convinced he did, he must have suffered. His one object—to get me out of the way for good—was so impossible.  IN SOME WILD COUNTRY WITHOUT WITNESSES I SHOULD HAVE FELT JUSTIFIED IN DRAWING ON HIM AT SIGHT AND HE WOULD HAVE FELT THE SAME MURDER IF YOU LIKE I SHOULD CALL IT SELF DEFENCE ANYHOW THE FELLOW POLLUTED THE ROOM FOR ME HE SPOILT THE ENJOYMENT OF THAT DINNER WE HAD ORDERED MONTHS BEFORE IN CHINA BUT YOU SAW HIM AGAIN OF COURSE LATER LOTS OF TIMES NOT THAT NIGHT BECAUSE WE WENT ON TO A THEATRE BUT IN THE CLUB WE WERE ALWAYS RUNNING ACROSS ONE ANOTHER IN HOUSES OF FRIENDS AT LUNCH OR DINNER AT RACE MEETINGS ALL OVER THE PLACE IN FACT I EVEN HAD SOME TROUBLE TO AVOID BEING INTRODUCED TO HIM AND EVERY TIME WE MET OUR EYES BETRAYED US HE FELT IN HIS HEART WHAT I FELT IN MINE HE WAS AS LOATHSOME TO ME AS LEPROSY AND AS DANGEROUS ODD ISN'T IT THE MOST INTENSE FEELING EXCEPT LOVE I'VE EVER KNOWN I REMEMBER HE LAUGHED GRUFFLY I USED TO FEEL QUITE SORRY FOR HIM IF HE FELT WHAT I FELT AND I'M CONVINCED HE DID HE MUST HAVE SUFFERED HIS ONE OBJECT TO GET ME OUT OF THE WAY FOR GOOD WAS SO IMPOSSIBLE
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