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house In the flare froirl reappeared on the twisting street belohich still followed the

old path--that path where Her wild flowers to the cottage on the hill

Graha on his way to the mill Anna's

face had haunted hi stood out

with distinctness If he was to be allowed to o to her clean and clear

So he went to the office, ar

"Poor little kid!" he reflected on the way down "Rotten luck, all

round"

He did not for a rief He

knew that sort of girl, he reflected, out of his vast experience of

twenty-two They were sentiot easily

He hoped she would forget hiue

resentment that she should do so

"She'll marry some mill-hand," he reflected, "and wear a boudoir cap,

and have a lot of children who need their noses wiped"