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"You heard that Pickle shot himself, didn't you?" Meredith asked There

was no answer; John did not hear him

"Do you know that poor Jeny Haines killed himself, last March?" Tom said

sharply

There was only silence in the roos

in the empty fireplace, but the other did not s down, and went quietly out of the roo his

friend to that mysterious interview

When he caarette in the yard, Harkless was

still sitting, raph above the mantel-

piece

They drove abroad every day, at first in the victoria, and, as Harkless's

strength began to coht trail

of blue sh

the country editor grew stronger in the pleasant, open city, Meredith felt

that his apathy and listlessness only deepened, and he suspected that, in

Harkless's own roouor departed

for the ti a

second visit to Rouen, told Tom, in an aside, that their friend did not

seeed beyond belief, the old

gentleuest needed enlivening--so to take hiainst people once ht he made a little co couples, for whom it was rather dull,