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Portrait of Theodore Winthrop Theodore Winthrop Cecil Dreeme — Chapter XV. A Morning with Densdeth (1864)

I liked Raleigh, and fancied, as a boy fancies, that I had a certain power over him, and that for good.
We all rose together after our breakfast.
“Are you killing time, or nursing it, Byng?” said Densdeth.
“Killing it for a day or two, until I acclimate to the atmosphere of work.”
“Unless you have something better to do, drop over with us to the club. You must know the men. We will have a game of billiards until one.”
“Yes, come, Byng,” invited Raleigh’s sweet voice.
“Thank you,” I said. “Business, in the form of Mr. Churm, deserts me. Pleasure woos. I yield.”
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Portrait of Theodore Winthrop Theodore Winthrop Cecil Dreeme — Chapter XV. A Morning with Densdeth (1864)

I kept my protest to myself, willing to study Densdeth further.
Densdeth led the conversation, as indeed he never failed to do. He was a keen, hard analyzer of men, utterly sceptical to good motives. There is always just such a proportion of selfishness in every man’s every act; there must be, because there is a man in it. It may be the larger half, the lesser half, a fraction, the mere dust of an atom, that makes the scale descend. Densdeth always discovered the selfish purpose, put it in focus, held up a lens of his own before it.
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