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"Oh, bother!" Nora's elbow slyly dug into Celeste's side

The pianist's pretty face was bent over her soup She had grown accustoreat, patient, cluo-lucky man she entertained an intense pity But it was not the

kind that hu disposition;

and the ex-gladiator dinized it, and felt more co Nora She understood hihter; he was too late: he belonged to a

distant ti of the Christian era; and often she pictured

hi the net and the trident in the saffroned arena

Mrs Harrigan broke her bread vexatiously Her husband refused to think

for hi on her nerves to watch hiht

Deep down under the surface of new adjustments and social ambitions, deep

in the primitive heart, he was still her e of rheumatism, or a tooth ached, or he

dallied with his h these

artificial crustations True, she never kne often he invented these

trivial aile that she was less

concerned about him when he was hale and hearty She still retained

evidences of a blossomy beauty Abbott had once said truly that nature had

experimented on her; it was in the reproduction that perfection had been

reached To see the father, the ether it was

not difficult to fashion a theory as to the latter's splendid health and

physical superiority Arriving at this point, however, theory began to