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Portrait of Samuel Hopkins Adams Samuel Hopkins Adams The Secret of Lonesome Cove — Chapter XIX. The Strange Tryst (1912)

I got on my coat and sunk my robe in a creek, and got myself to the railroad station for a morning train. And when I got home I married Irene, and I am through with the crooked work forever.
“This is the whole truth. I did not kill her. I do not know to-day who or what she is. I have looked in the papers, and there is nothing, and that is so strange that I would think it was all a fearful dream, if it was not for my smashed-up wrist. But if any human being knows more about the death of Astræa, it must be the man who shouted as she fell from the cliff, and who went away and did not come back.
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Portrait of Samuel Hopkins Adams Samuel Hopkins Adams The Secret of Lonesome Cove — Chapter XIX. The Strange Tryst (1912)

The gist of the system was to assign some particular and often imaginary star to every subject, and, by a natural aptitude for worming out secrets from the credulous, lead them along the celestial paths of mysticism to a point where he could reach their pocketbooks. He had been specially successful with women. One bit of his philosophy Kent had preserved unaltered.
“They bite slower than men; but when they do take hold, they swallow the hook so deep that you’re lucky to get it back at all.”
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Portrait of Samuel Hopkins Adams Samuel Hopkins Adams The Secret of Lonesome Cove — Chapter XIX. The Strange Tryst (1912)

The dippiest star-chaser I ever worked was the head of a department in one of the big stores, and the fiercest little business woman in business hours, you ever knew. It’s the romantic in the sex that sets them skidding when it comes to stars, and such like. And Astræa was not a patch on some of them that has been paying me good sane money for years.
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