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"It is nothing," I answered, "unless it be that I have not yet

recovered fro!" And so the

hts base, I sat

with my head on my hand and my eyes upon the cloth, yet I knew

she watched h A hed at for his s, and be much better

loved by his fellows than the colder, ician

who rarely makes a blunder; and Si over and done, Charmian must needs take my coat,

despite my protests, and fall to work upon its threadbare

shabbiness, h the sh mould of her

features, the proud poise of her head, the slender elegance of

her hands, I was struck sharply by her contrast to the rough,

bare walls that were arers As I looked, she seemed to be suddenly

removed from me--far above and beyond my reach

"That is the fourth time, Peter"

"What, Charhed since you lighted your

pipe, and it is out, and you never noticed it!"