’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. Good words, without deeds, are rushes and reeds. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. “Does he live here?” he asked her presently. The noise startled the apprentice, who instantly suspended his labour, and gazed anxiously in the direction whence he supposed it proceeded. I am sorry to seem to hurt you, but all I say is for your good. For a few days he was able to relegate his conscience to the background. We hide it bravely, but so it is.
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