The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 134: what you’re looking at

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Penelope. 127 man, and she liked it. “T went out to seek my fortune. Found it. Lost it. And have come back as poor as I went. Now I begin with my brush where I left off five years ago.” “Left off five years ago!” she repeated to herself. They stood silent for a moment, he thinking of the barrier be- tween them which his five years had meant to break down, and she wondering if that old “rest and happiness” was never to be realized again. Then Aunt Christine claimed Warrington’s attention, and they parted. Warrington’s success during the next six months made him often question whether it would not have been better had he remained at his studio instead of dropping five years of his life across the seas. The world needs but a little start to send it worshiping, and good Mr. Alison put it in motion toward Warrington—that is, the part of it represented by the city in which he had established his studio. One day a party of friends visited him. Helen and Lord Richland were among the number, and the latter had determined to know his fate before he left the studio. The answer he received was the same that Penelope gave to all her suitors, but he was so thoroughly in earnest that Helen was sorry for him and gave him her hand. He stooped to kiss it, and then Helen saw that Warring- ton was standing in the entrance to the room. He turned away immediately, but Helen called to him. EORNICLOOOKS (CO)