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languidly near the window; he was more alive to the delicate traceries of the ferns which banked one corner of the room; more appreciative of the little marine which he had hung near his dresser and-more alive to her into whose life Fate had picked him up and hurled him. He felt the warm pressure of her fingers as though they still rested w

eginning to wash out the dark and to sketch in the outlines of buildings and the gray path of the road between them. He watched the new creation of a world. Around him lay a million souls ready to people it-ready to seize it and make it a part of themselves. In a few hours that dim street

ic fretted the streets lately so quiet, while yawning pedestrians reminded him that there were still those who slept. At the end of thirty minutes more of brisk walking, the sky had melted through the entire gamut of colors, and finally settled into a blinding golden blue. A new

e still saw, the vibrancy of it he still felt, the dramatic quality of it he still appreciated, but still with the consciousness that it lacked something-that it had gone a bit flat. He no longer felt that princely sense of superiority to it-as though it

e had placed the red-blooded actuality of life before his eyes in contrast to the superficial picturesqueness of its expression as he had viewed it yesterday that the show had lost its vividness. She was mak

m from Chung reported that no

Miss Arsdale herself came to the door, her eyes heavy from l

news?" she

answered

with whom one

n able to locate him in Chinatown. I don't think there i

aimed, "he has g

deliberately, "I wil

two hours from town. You have alre

er woods must stand by each other. This week i

efore? Why did you not come a week ago?" If she could have stood for one brief second in that dingy office which had slowly closed in upon him until it squeezed the soul out of him, then he would have forced back the walls again. If only once she had walked by his side through the crowds, t

dy to utter prophecies. He must not forget that, and in remembering this he must choose this opportunity for exiling himself from her for the

a how the trains

m up. There i

had left his own watch at the hotel. He refused to carry so grim

o slight-it is only that his father went out there once. After several days Jacques, Marie's boy and fat

n probable that he would go there

from the station

ake a good w

e at once. But

t remain here passive another day. And, besides, if he is there, it is better t

t go. She must not go. It would be to take her back to the blue sky beneath which she was born. It wo

"You had better pe

nk of it," she an

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ite safe if he

ut

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ried up

quite safe to leave you h

? Why

g out to th

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t disappearance. There was no use in

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bed-you can summon Dr. A

ie

I am gone Jacques m

long. The air w

oom. There, before the mirror, she was forced to ask herself t

re there and sick,

re you

the mirror wa

use here is so

re you

sun will give

re you

"because it will be very much ple

in the mirror ceas

Donaldson. Its methodical, interminable ticking sounded like

k yourself out there one whole spr

of the danger I can guard m

ou gua

presumption," replie

g flowers are ever presumptuous

may fight

things that man has prided himself upon havin

uld offend her unwarrantedly

are not al

myself. And you a

ock," answered the

se to kick the inanimate thing into sp