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He was doubtless an eccentric old gent But fro his son-

in-lahom he never approached on deck) nasty na step

And Mr Powelled his tone--"I

marvelled even more It was as if misfortune marked its victims on the

forehead for the dislike of the crowd I a here of

numbers Two men may behave like a crowd, three certainly hen

their eed It was as if the forehead of Flora de Barral

were irl born to be a victim; to be always disliked and

crushed as if she were too fine for this world? Or too luckless--since

that also is often counted as sin

Yes, I irl than Mr Powell--if

only her true name; and more of Captain Anthony--if only the fact that he

was the son of a delicate erotic poet of a markedly refined and

autocratic temperament Yes, I knew their joint stories which Mr Powell

did not know The chapter in it he was opening to es as the sentimental and apoplectic chief- to him in its detached condition

wasthe chapter

outside the Eastern Hotel in which I myself had played e remarks it was very unexpected She had

meant well, and I had certainly ather from little Fyne--had meant well As far as such lofty

words es of this story ere all