"You think--you think," he gasped, "but I know. Of course after this
morning it was impossible. But, Barbara, I say that I will win you yet.
I have never failed in any object that I set before myself, and do
not suppose that I shall fail in this. Although in a way I liked and
respected him, I have always felt that Vernon was my enemy, one destined
to bring grief and loss upon me, even if he did not intend to do so.
Now I understand why, and he shall learn that I am stronger than he. God
help him! I say."
"I think He will," Barbara answered, calmly. "You are speaking wildly,
and I understand the reason and hope that you will forget your words,
but whether you forget or remember, do not suppose that you frighten
me. You men who have made money," she went on with swelling indignation,
"who have made money somehow, and have bought honours with the moneys
somehow, think yourselves great, and in your little day, your little,
little day that will end with three lines in small type in _The Times_,
you are great in this vulgar land. You can buy what you want and people
creep round you and ask you for doles and favours, and railway porters
call you 'my Lord' at every other step.
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