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"Brown shell first for the butterfly

And a bright wing by and by

Butterfly good-bye to your shell,

And, bright wings, speed you well"

In leaving the train Maggie had not yielded to a passing impulse It was a

deliberate act David's indifference to her happiness, his subordination

of all her likes and dislikes, her time, and work, and hopes, to his own

aht in thought and

had reached a decided conclusion As they walked about the cathedral and

college, and up and down the High Street, while she looked with shuddering

horror on the squalid, hopeless poverty of the inhabitants of those

localities, she asked her brother where the rich people lived

"At the West End," answered David "On Sauchiehall Road, and the crescents

further on, away maistly up to Kelvin Grove" And later on, as they were

passing down Buchanan Street, he pointed out the stages which ran

constantly to these aristocratic quarters of the city, and asked, "if she

wished to see them?"

"Ay, I wad like too, but there's little tiood note of everything, and David Proht at his own fireside with his tea and books, little dreaie had found herself a hos It was not irl A little back roo into a small court; but it was clean and quiet, and the bit of

fire burned cheerily, and the o cup of tea, and brought with it the good wheat loaf and