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"And looht to grieve him for the moment must needs seek somewhat! So will I to bed ere he find it!"

"Look now," quoth I, as she rose, "in losing the world you do lose everything--"

"And you also, Martin"

"Nay," says I, "in losing the world of yesterday Iyou are content, Martin?"

"Is anyone ever content in this world?"

"Well--I--ht be!" says she slowly "But you--I do fear you will never know true content, it is not in you, I think"

And off she goes to bed leaving ht (though on the wane) I stayed there until I had finished her hairpin, of the which I give here a cut, viz:-(Sketch of a hairpin)