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"When they were old and gray-headed," Char the rave philosopher loved; now didn't he?"

"To be sure," said I, rather hipped, "Dionysius La --and--"

"Do you suppose he read that in a book?" she inquired, glancing

at me sideways

"Why, as to that," I answered, "a philosopher "

"For whose sake then, I wonder?"

"A man who esteems trifles for their own sake is a trifler, but

one who values them, rather, for the deductions that may be drawn

from the down atback her head, "so, throned in lofty

ht, superior Mr Smith thinks Love a trifle, does he?"

"My na by her

look or her tone, or both

"Yes," she answered, see to look down at me from an

immeasurable attitude, "but I prefer to know him, just now, as

Superior Mr Smith"

"As you will," said I, and rose also; but, even then, though she

had to look up to arding ht; wherefore I,

atteht my pipe