Chapter 9 As we grow older and realize more clearly

the limitations of human happiness, we come to see that the only real and abiding pleasure

in life is to give pleasure to other people.

One must assume that the efficient backster had not reached the age when this comes home

to a man.

For the fact that he had given genuine pleasure to some dozens of his fellowmen brought him

no balm.

There was no doubt about the pleasure he had given.

Once they'd got over their disappointment at finding that he was not a dead burglar,

the house party rejoiced wholeheartedly at the break in the monotony of life at Planting's

castle.

Relations would not be on speaking terms for years, forgot their quarrels, and strolled about

the grounds in perfect harmony, abusing backster.

The general verdict was that he was insane.

Don't tell me that young fellow is all there, said Colonel Horace Mant, because I know

better.

Have you noticed his eye?

Ferdiv, shifty, nasty gleaming it.

Besides, Dashett, did you happen to take a look at the hall last night after he had been

there?

It was in ruins, my dear sir.

Absolute dashed ruins.

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