"I'll try it," he
said.
Cope once more approached Randolph, but Randolph shook his head. He had no
faith in Lemoyne, and he had done enough already against his own interests
and desires.
Lemoyne fluttered about to little effect for a few weeks, while Cope was
finishing up his thesis. Beyond an accustomed and desired companionship,
Lemoyne contributed nothing--was a drag, in truth. He returned to Winnebago
a fortnight before the convocation and the conferring of degrees; and it
was the understanding that, somehow, he and Cope should share together a
summer divided between Winnebago and Freeford. Randolph was left to claim
Cope's interest, if he could.
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_COPE TAKES HIS DEGREE_
Lemoyne's departure but a fortnight before Cope's small share in the
convocation seemed to hint at mutual dissatisfaction; it might even stand
for a disagreement, or possibly a quarrel. "It's just as well that he
went," said Randolph to himself. "His presence here was no advantage to
Bertram--nor to anybody else." And with another fortnight Cope himself
would be gone; and who knew in what distant quarter he might take up his
autumn work? His ambitions, as Randolph knew, pointed to some important
university in the East.
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