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"Good night," said Dick "I suppose I ood fortune to kiss you good night, sweetheart"

Mrs Quincy turned over in the luhter

shared and said, with a querulousness undiht to be asha around

at this hour of night It ain't decent But there!"

"I guess I know as to undress in the dark rather than encourage her

mother's conversation She needed to think An awful probleet a trousseau?

It was in another

very great and wonderful happens to us, we are apt to bow our heads and

cry, "What aiven to me?" Doubtless he is the

noblest man who most often feels this exultant humility This was Dick's

hour on the mountain The depth of his own tenderness, the deliciousness

of his passion swept over him like a revelation, as he asked hi up at once, like

Aphrodite from the waves, where no one could have suspected such a

marvel He hi

interest had deepened its roots until now they fed on every part of hi out of a clear sky, but

it was evident that it was no light that flashed out and then