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"What a curious library you have, Captain Courtenay," she said,

looking, not at hi closely into a s-table Instantly the sailor was interested

"Why 'curious,' Miss Maxwell?" he asked

"First, in their assort I have never before seen the Bible, Walt Whitman, and Dumas

in covers exactly alike"

"That is easily explained They are bound to order My real trouble

was to secure editions of equal size--an essential, you see--otherwise

they would not pack into their shelf"

"But what a gathering! Shakespeare, the Pilgrine's Essays, Herbert Spencer, Goethe's Life, by Lewes, Marcus

Aurelius, Martial, Wordsworth, The Egoist, Thoreau, Hazlitt, and

Mitford's Tales of Old Japan! Where have I heard or read of that

particular galaxy of stars before?"

"Go on You are on the right track," cried Courtenay, setting down the

teacup and hastening to Elsie's side She was leaning on the table,

reading the titles of the books The ed now in the fine ardor of the book-lover She had an unconscious

trick of placing the forefinger of her right hand on her lips when

deeply engaged in thought Elegant as Isobel Baring ht be in her