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"Then don't think of it again," said Nell cheerfully, "for, indeed,

there is no cause to pity me At first----" She stopped, and her brows

knit with the s

"Well, at first it was rather--trying; but after a while one gets

used----"

"Used to the infernal--I beg your pardon--the incessant bangings on a

piano, and the wailings of Tommy Jones But you wouldn't complain even

if you still suffered as keenly as you did when you first caive ten years of my life if I could hear

you say 'Good-by, Mr Falconer; we are going!' though God knows

I--we--should all h"

There came a knock at the door--a soft, dull knock, followed by a rattle

of the handle--and athe

scent of the tea and toast, and gazing wide-eyed at the two occupants of

the rooar, Miss 'Orton;

'cos she've run out"

"Of course I will! And come in, Tommy!" said Nell "There you are!"

She wrapped half the contents of the sugar basin in a piece of paper and