Fifteen from forty is twenty-five. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. Well, whenever you say, I promise to do away with the mystery. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face. The venturous climber gazed for a moment at the assemblage beneath, to ascertain that he was not discovered; and, having satisfied himself in this particular, he stepped out more boldly. It’s not fair to you. Of his own certain knowledge he could tell them that. "To-morrow night!" said Spurlock, in a wondering whisper.
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