"The end is the most beautiful in English literature. I hope you won’t think less of me, you’ve treated me so well. But if he's in bed, how the devil is he going with me, supposing I decide to hire him? The mudhook comes up to-morrow night. I kept them on myself till the sight of your empty chair and the chill loneliness of it all nearly sent me mad. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs. Somebody tricked you back yonder—baited you for spite. ” He was silent for some moments. We dressed it in a little music.
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