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He got up and went into the hall It must be a mistake: she could not be out at that hour He flushed with anger at his own stupidity: why had he not sent the note as soon as he arrived?

He found his hat and stick and went forth into the street The city had suddenly becoe and vast and empty as if he were a traveller from distant lands For a ; then he decided to go to the Parker House What if the er had been misinformed, and she were still there?

He started to walk across the Co She had a grey silk sunshade over her head--how could he ever have iined her with a pink one? As he approached he was struck by her listless attitude: she sat there as if she had nothing else to do He saw her drooping profile, and the knot of hair fastened low in the neck under her dark hat, and the long wrinkled glove on the hand that held the sunshade He came a step or two nearer, and she turned and looked at him

"Oh"--she said; and for the first time he noticed a startled look on her face; but in another ave way to a slow sain, on a different note, as he stood looking down at her; and without rising she made a place for hiot here," Archer explained; and, without knohy, he suddenly began to feign astonish in this wilderness?" He had really no idea what he was saying: he felt as if he were shouting at her across endless distances, and she ain before he could overtake her

"I? Oh, I' her head toward him so that they were face to face The words hardly reached hi fact that not an echo of it had remained in his memory He had not even rehness on the consonants

"You do your hair differently," he said, his heart beating as if he had uttered so irrevocable

"Differently? No--it's only that I do it as best I can when I'm without Nastasia"

"Nastasia; but isn't she with you?"

"No; I' her"