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Harkless wondered if his costume were not an injustice to his coret it; he would wear his best court suit, his laces and

velvets, for deference to that lady It was a painful thing to reht before, the awful Carlow cut of his coat,

and his forht,

perforce, but it was brushed--brushed almost to holes in spots, and

somehow he had added a touch of shape to it His dress-coat was an

antique; fashions had changed, no doubt; he did not know; possibly she

would recognize its vintage--but it was a dress-coat

Lige walked along talking; Harkless answering "Yes" and "No" at randone to hiy that he felt like a thoroughbred before a race; he

wanted to lift his foot knee-high at every step, he had so e's about the look of the wheat he

suddenly gave out a sigh so deep, so heartfelt, so vibrant, so profound,

that Willetts turned with astonishment; but when his eye reached his

co The editor extended his hand

"Shake hands, Lige," he cried

The moon peeped over the shoulder of an eastern wood, and the youngin front of them Harkless