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There was a nificent library, mostly editions de luxe Thomas

smiled over the many uncut volumes True, Dickens, Dumas and Stevenson

were tolerably well-thumbed; but the host of thinkers and poets and

draians, in their hand-tooled Levant! Away

in an obscure corner (because of its cheap binding) he came across a

set of Lalanced at the

fly-leaf--"Kitty Killigrew, Se" Then he went into the body

of the book It was copiously marked and annotated There was

so so inti a sacrilege, looking as it were into Kitty's soul Most h the set Thomas put the book away Thou fool,

indeed! What a hash he had rew at breakfast only The merchant preferred his club in

the absence of his family

Early in the afternoon of the fourth day, Thorew

"Hello! That you, Webb?"

"Yes Who is it?"

"Killigrew Got anything to do to-night?"

"No, Mr Killigrew"

"You knohere my club is, don't you?"

"Yes"

"Well, be there at seven for dinner Tell the butler and the