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He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. Presently he caught her puzzled glance, and recollected himself, turning on the charm again. “But how is it all going to end?” said Mr. Look at me, and answer me one question. He remembered it suddenly. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life, of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine; of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite within my means. 1. Half after six.
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