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With a rankling soul, the mountaineer left New York He wrote Sally a

brief note, telling her that he was going to cross the ocean, but his

hurt pride forbade his pleading for her confidence, or adding, "I love

you" He plunged into the art life of the "other side of the Seine,"

and worked voraciously He was trying to learn et much

One sunny afternoon, when Saht or nine s handed

hih the cour, an envelope addressed in the hand

of Adrienne Lescott He thrust it into his pocket for a later reading

and hurried on to the atelier where he was to have a criticis on the

e idly

at the fruit and flower stands that patched the paveray walls of the Louvre across the Seine, His hand went into

his pocket, and calow

of pleasurable surprise, and, wheeling, he retraced his steps briskly

to his lodgings, where he began to pack Adrienne had written that she

and herfor Naples, and

commanded him, unless he were too busy, to meet their steamer Within

two hours, he was bound for Lucerne to cross the Italian frontier by

the slate-blue waters of Lake Maggiore

A feeeks later Saht in the ruins of the Coliseu, and now, in that circle of sepia softness and broken