"You are conceited, and are trying to make me believe that you are modest." "A bull's-eye!" "And this Mr.Breitmann has been decorated for valor?
And yet to-day he becomes my father's private secretary.

The two do not connect." "May I ask you to mention nothing of this to him?
It would embarrass him.

I had no business to bring him into it." She grew meditative, brushing her lips with the blossoms.

"He will be something of a mystery.

I am not overfond of mysteries outside of book covers." "There is really no mystery; but it is human for a man in his position to wish to bury his past greatness." By and by the sun touched the southwest shoulder of the hill, and the two strolled back to the house.
From his window, Breitmann could see them plainly.
"Damn those scars!" he murmured, striking with his fist the disfigured cheek, which upon a time had been a source of pride and honor.