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There was one heart she had long since hich answered her every

low, the solden shuttle--ah, did she kno

adorable she was! Was Toiven to some other that leaves a deeper mark upon him than

success? At all events the unattainable was now like a hot sting in the

heart, but yet a sting more precious than a balm The voice of Brainard

Macauley broke in: "A white brow and a long lash, a flushing cheek and a soft eye, a voice

that laughs and breaks and ripples in the irl you

could put in your hat, Mr Harkless--and there you have a strong ratulate you on theyour absence I understand you areat him quizzically, and Harkless, puzzled, but

without resentment of the other's whimsey, could only decide that the

editor of the Rouen "Journal" was an exceedingly odd young irl herself beside him; they had stopped

before the dance was finished He had the iuard himself from

nes as a boy throws up his elboard a buffet, and, although he

could not ith his elbow, for his heart was on his sleeve--where he

began to believe that Macauley had seen it--he remembered that he could

smile with as much intentional mechanism as any wornout rounder of