I WAS talking to him before I saw his name on the card beside the row of microscopes. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. Drawing the pay of life and then not living. '" "Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the advertisement. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly scrupulous. "Come down, sirrah, and I'll teach you how to deface my walls in future. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. And this though he was evidently passionately in love with her. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look.
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