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His eyes and the smile upon his lips added, "and with ht night eleven years before, he had

becoentle abroad fro and solitary fortress upon aze That to certain of his London acquaintance he was simply

the well-bred philosopher and man of letters; that in the e of the world of fashion, with

the flare of candles, the hot breath of gaold upon

the tables; that one clique had tales to tell of a rew red at mention of his name, and

put to his credit e

He, like his neighbors, had many selves, and each in its turn--the

scholar, the man of pleasure, the indolent, kindly, reflective self, the

self of pride and cool assurance and stubborn will--took its place behind

the h its allotted part His self of all selves, the

quiet, remote, crowned, and inscrutable I, sat apart, alike curious and

indifferent, watched the others, and kne little worth the while was

the stir in the ant-hill

But on a May Day, in the sunshine and the blosso woods and the company

of Mistress Evelyn Byrd, it seemed, for the moment, worth the while At