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"My school of thought is very exact and very dog beyond its nose There is no rooirl and her claims But--" He stood on the corner and surveyed the fa, coly walls and signs, and for an instant they lost substance, beca mist, the men were of no more bulk than phantoms, the walls and pave mind All were as transitory as smoke, as illusionary as the opiunify--this et round a corner to creep into a hole? Why should he trouble himself about one of the millions of women, evanescent as butterflies, hich the earth continually replenished its swarer to return to his own little nest, to his books, his easy-chair, his glowing fire What folly to go out of his own life, to profess accountability for the welfare of a girl whom he had seen but a few hours in all his life Why trouble to explain her case? Was it worth while to dethrone Spencer in order to defend the action of a child's disordered ave way to one far less philosophical--he permitted himself a moment of exultation over his youth Science had not yet taken out of hiht wo dissection of pathologic tissue had not rendered the gloss and glow of a girl's cheek less velvet-soft On the contrary, the healthy, wholesome flesh, the matured beauty of thisfroard hands of the Royal Academy The absorption of the true scientist was completely broken up "Love is worth while," he said, in answer to himself, "and to serve others the only solace in the end"