’ The girl nodded understandingly. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. “Dear friend,” she said, “remember that you are speaking to one who has failed in the only serious object which she has ever sought to accomplish. I know there’s a sort of right in your impatience at the slowness of Progress. “You hear him?” he remarked, looking impressively around. A glance sufficed to show the young man how matters stood. Only she is not Madame Valade at all. E.
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