She pushed the former and it opened. His hand flew across the paper. One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr. ‘I—I mean, she were—’ ‘Pretty as a picture?’ suggested Gerald. It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with an Eastern custom. He was a business man, pure and simple, his eyes were fastened always upon the practical side of life. They trudged along a little hungry, because of the fruitarian refreshments, and mentally very active. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. O'Higgins," said the manager, amusedly.
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