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Photoplay Magazine
someone else — to Paul Temple. And what lay at the bottom of his own will, had always lain at the bottom of it? Self! Self. nothing else, ever ! A perceptible difference, he admitted, with a wry smile.
What had he ever done for anyone else, even June Magregor, voluntarily, gladly, disinterestedly? Nothing. Remorse and
self-condemnation surged over him. The stirrings of his first aspiration towards "good" on the night he had held June in his arms, were repeating themselves. Conscience, duty, thought of another, had again united to produce the sacrament of selfcommunion. And the thought of her purely and nobly putting aside self without question brought his feelings to a climax.
Because of her, in the last month he had altered many little matters in his life, and one great one. So despicable had his love for June made his other loves appear, that he had seen Marcia but once in all that time, and then only when she had sought him, really alarmed, but rcsolutelv biding her time
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She felt the silence, became aware of their comparative isolation and recognized the alarming disadvantage this was to her under the circumstances.
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Now. in the light of his past life, the conviction of his utter unworthiness of June crushed him, and he experienced a thrilling demand to prove himself oi metal as pure as her own. It was an inspiring challenge to his courage and manhood, a challenge to cast the clay aside and consult only the promptings of the spirit. The thought seemed to bear him upward. He drew great breaths of a new air. he seemed to tower high and serene among the mountaintops.
Tonight, then, if she should still remain true to her own higher principles, he would remain true to his. and give her up. There lay salvation for him. The rich glow that follows difficult decision suffused him. and brought what was an almost mystic gratification.
Once more Holt had almost reached that point where the kaleidoscope of a life may be given a turn and a new pattern result. And yet he had