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tread; drew him across the hall, laid his hand on the door of the

secretary Yes; there they were: the green pasteboard box, the

flannel book to hold the flies He put out his hand stealthily and

lifted the book;--rust andtouch and the sain in e He shut the secretary

quietly, and looked around hiht side of the hall was a

closed door His door The door out of which he had rushed that

windy March night thirty-two years ago How hot with passion he had

been then! How cold he was now On the other side of the hall a door

was ajar; behind it was his father He looked at it with sombre

indifferent eyes; then pushed it open and entered He saw a little

figure, sunk in the heap of pillows on the big bed; a little shrunken

figure, without a wig, frightened-eyed, and ht

came forith the confidence of apathy As he stood at the foot of

the bed, dully looking down, the thick tongue broke into a whi seemed to melt in the poor locked heart of the

son