He never felt any need to explain himself. I stole away and walked to the railway station. I went to the theatre that night. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. Tears started to the young man's eyes on beholding the change, and it was with difficulty he could command himself sufficiently to make the inquiries he desired to do respecting the former owner of the house. ” She could not go on, for she was laughing and crying at the same time.
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