Sometime during the night Bassett saw that the light was still burning

by the davenport, and went in. Dick was asleep with a volume of Whitman

open on his chest, and Bassett saw what he had been reading.

"You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you short-lived ennuis; Ah,

think not you shall finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth.

It shall march forth over-mastering, till all lie beneath me, It shall

stand up, the soldier of unquestioned victory."

Bassett took the book away and stood rereading the paragraph. For the

first time he sensed the struggle going on at that time behind Dick's

quiet face, and he wondered. Unquestioned victory, eh? That was a pretty

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