To simplify matters, he carried a coloured paper lantern upon which his license number was painted in Arabic numerals. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. ” She repeated, as if she answered an objector: “A sort of blacklegging. Yet she held her tongue. And now the fiend Gosse had taken even that away from her. I loved her beyond anything in heaven or on earth—to idolatry. . Yet an indiscriminating, wrong-headed world gave such fellows all sorts of distinctions. ’ ‘Do you indeed?’ rejoined the old lady, twinkling at him, and urging him towards the door.
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