'"
"But--it is yours really," Sylvia said.
"No. It is yours." Burke spoke with insistence. "But I think he
is right. You had better sell it. Vreiboom and some of
Hoffstein's gang are after it. They don't know yet who won it.
Donovan covered Guy's tracks pretty cleverly. But they'll find
out. It isn't a thing to keep."
She turned to him impulsively. "You take it, partner!" she said.
"It was won with your money, and no one has a greater right to it."
"It is yours," he insisted.
She smiled. "Very well. If it's mine, I give it to you; and if
it's yours you share it with me. We are partners, aren't we?
Isn't that what Guy intended?"
He smiled also. "Well--perhaps."
She put it into his hand and closed his fingers over it. "There's
no perhaps about it. We'll take it back to Donovan, and make him
sell it. And when we've done that--" She paused.
"Yes?" he said.
She pushed her hand through his arm. "Would it bore you very much,
partner, to take me back to England--just--for a little while? I
want to see my daddy again and tell him how happy I am. He'll like
to know."
"Of course I will take you," he said.
"Thank you." Her hand pressed his arm. "And then we'll come back
here. I want to come back here, Burke. It isn't--a land of
strangers to me any more. It's just--the top of the world.
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