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Adventures in Contentment
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David Grayson
31
"Shall
I
deliver
the
set
at
once,"
he
said,
"or
can
you
wait
until
the
first
of
February?"
At
that
critical
moment
a
floating
spar
of
an
idea
swept
my
way
and
I
seized
upon
it
as
the
last
hope
of
the
lost.
"I
don't
understand,"
I
said,
as
though
I
had
not
heard
his
last
question,
"how
you
dare
go
about
with
all
this
treasure
upon
you.
Are
you
not
afraid
of
being
stopped
in
the
road
and
robbed?
Why,
I've
seen
the
time
when,
if
I
had
known
you
carried
such
things
as
these,
such
cures
for
sick
hearts,
I
think
I
should
have
stopped
you
myself!"
"Say,
you
are
an
odd
one,"
said
Mr.
Dixon.
"Why
do
you
sell
such
priceless
things
as
these?"
I
asked,
looking
at
him
sharply.
"Why
do
I
sell
them?"
and
he
looked
still
more
perplexed.
"To
make
money,
of
course;
same
reason
you
raise
corn."
"But
here
is
wealth,"
I
said,
pursuing
my
advantage.
"If
you
have
these
you
have
something
more
valuable
than
money."
Mr.
Dixon
politely
said
nothing.
Like
a
wise
angler,
having
failed
to
land
me
at
the
first
rush,
he
let
me
have
line.
Then
I
thought
of
Ruskin's
words,
"Nor
can
any
noble
thing
be
wealth
except
to
a
noble
person."
And
that
prompted
me
to
say
to
Mr.
Dixon:
"These
things
are
not
yours;
they
are
mine.
You
never
owned
them;
but
I
will
sell
them
to
you."
He
looked
at
me
in
amazement,
and
then
glanced
around--evidently
to
discover
if
there
were
a
convenient
way
of
escape.
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