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To-morrow was the day of the Dublin match.

Olva and Cardillac were both playing, and at the end of the game choice might be made between them.
Did Olva care?
He did not know.

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but Margaret was coming, and, in the back of his mind, he wanted to show her what he could do.
And yet, whilst that Shadow hovered in the Outer Court, how little a thing this stir and movement was! No tumult that the material world could ever make could sound like that whisper that was with him now again in the room--with him at his very heart--"All things betray Thee.
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