B. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. " "Mr. He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room at the end where he had lost her before. It really isn’t so easy to go as it seems. He murmured his delight, and joined the bridge party, where he played with less than his accustomed skill. He was just as much a greater master than any other I ever saw, as he was a greater judge of time and measure. A town called Foster.
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