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"At all events," said Amyas, trying to comfort himself, "I need not complain.

I have lost nothing.

I stood no more chance of her against Frank than I should have stood against the Don.

So there is no use for me to cry about the matter." And he tried to hum a tune concerning the general frailty of women, but nevertheless, like Sir Hugh, felt that "he had a great disposition to cry." He never had expected to win her, and yet it seemed bitter to know that she was lost to him forever.