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"Good-by I always appreciate your visits," whined Mrs Quincy "I'm

sure, with all you have to do, I don't wonder you don't come oftener I

know there's nothin' to draw you"

Mrs Lenox went aith a deep breath and a longing for fresh air She

shook her head at the waiting coach in a cloud of conjectures, not that the sraph

seemed to her very ili rich, stay by preference in

the slums

"Mrs Quincy, like Mrs Percival,to be lived for soh day by day, grabbing everything you can, and hating those who

have grabbed hty years!"

she groaned to herself

Almost at her own door she met Ram Juna, who turned with her to make one

of his ponderous calls, while she sat and talked with him of emptiness

and philosophy, with that vivacious patience that becomes a habit with

women of the world; but when the door opened and her husband appeared,

accompanied by Dick Percival and Ellery Norris she heaved a distinct

sigh of relief