‘Ah, grandpére. I'll leave these out, and to-morrow you can read them through. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit. She softened her tone and scrambled for the right words. To-day he selected the girl, and gave her the lead-chair. “It is too late for visitors,” she remarked.
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