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through the city streets, and the sight sent his heart plunging against

his side like an inward sledge-hammer Would one pulse in her heart stir

ever so faintly at sight of hi forward tovery like the country

swain in love--"hot and dry like, with a pain in his side like"--he

suddenly stopped Another figure came forth from the shadow of an

opposite house, and softly pronounced her naure He could not see the face, and that was an i jealousy added to his other

pains sad tribulations La Masque paused as well as he, and her soft

voice softly asked: "Who calls?"

"It is I, lad to h for

you Where have you been?"

"Madahtened that I don't knohere I fled to, and

I could scarcely make up my mind to come back at all I did feel

dreadfully sorry for her, poor thing! but you know, Mada for her, and I should not have come back, only I was

afraid of you"