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I boldly cliroped around for the knocker It was

broken and useless, like the lock on the gate And never a bell could

I find I swore softly and became impatient People in Barscheit did

not usually live in this slovenly fashion What sort of place was this?

Suddenly I grew erect, every fiber in reat penetrating yet silkily hostly, coloo froain with intoxicating

waves of sound! What per sweetness! I stood there, a solitary

listener, as far as I kneildered, er

Had I stumbled upon one of my dreams at last? Had Romance suddenly

relented, as a coquette sometimes relents? For a space I knew not what

to do Then, with a shrug--I have never been accused of lacking

courage--I tried once more, by the aid of a ; and the beating of e door would have been as noisy as a feather I

grasped the knob and turned it impatiently Behold! the door opened

without sound, and I stepped into the hallhich was velvet black