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Portrait of Anthony Hope Anthony Hope Love's Logic and Other Stories… (1908)

For never till the last, till fortune was desperate and escape a vanished dream, was wont to come that marvelous Door that gaped open-mouthed. Ah! The Duke started violently, the blood rushing to his face and his heart beating quick. Here, at the end of the lane most remote from his own villa, at a small two-storied house bright with green paint and flowering creepers, here, in the most unlikely, most inevitable place, was the open door.
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Portrait of Anthony Hope Anthony Hope Love's Logic and Other Stories… (1908)

The Duke of Belleville was thirty years of age; he was unmarried: he had held the title since he was fifteen; he seemed to himself rather old. He was at this moment yawning. Now when a man yawns at ten o'clock in the evening something is wrong with his digestion or his spirits. The Duke had a perfect digestion.
"I should define wealth," murmured the Duke, between his yawns. "as an unlimited command of the sources of ennui, rank as a satirical emphasizing of human equality, culture as a curtailment of pleasures, knowledge as the death of interest."
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Portrait of Anthony Hope Anthony Hope Love's Logic and Other Stories… (1908)

A moment's further inspection revealed in it a policeman on his beat.
"He‘s trying the windows and doors," remarked the Duke to himself. Then his eyes brightened. "There are possibilities in a door always." he murmured, and his thoughts flew off to the great doors of history and fiction—the doors that were locked when by all laws human and divine they should have been open, and the even more interesting doors that proved to be open and yielded to pressure when any man would have staked his life on their being boiled, barred, and impregnable. "A door has the interest of death," said he.
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