Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth in paragraph 1. She got up, put the neat cuffs she had made into her work-basket, and went to the bureau for the little cards in the morocco case. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. Hitchings, who seem to be absolutely engrossed in one another, and a boy of about seventeen, who no sooner got here than he discovered that he wanted to see a man in the promenade and disappeared. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. She too had seen. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. "Oh!—to see you thus!" cried Thames, in an agony of affliction. Hastening along the passage he came to the sixth door.
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