” “Not quite so easily as it explains an insect alighting on colored paper. He had seldom been more perturbed. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. ” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. It was John Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on. Mr. E.
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