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"I a "I'll tell the manI

can't Better not What is it? Are you cold? Coo to a confounded stuffy room, a hole of an office Not a quarter of

an hour I'll come for you--in ten days Don't think of it too much

Think of no round Don't think ofwill

be able to touch you then--at last Say nothing Don'tas you don't hate the sight of htened about One of their silly

offices with a couple of ink-slingers of no consequence; poor, scribbling

devils"

The hansom drove aith Flora de Barral inside, without lad to rest, to be alone and stillaway

without effort, in solitude and silence

Anthony roa able to re where he had been--in the

lover But nobody could have thought so frons of blissful anticipation Exulting indeed he was but it was a

special sort of exultation which seemed to take him by the throat like an

eneistry office where they

werethat tih he went about restlessly, here and there, as This special state is peculiar to co except for the contemplation, actual

or inward, of one human form which for them contains the soul of the