“Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. She shook her head. " "My mind's made up," rejoined Jack, coldly,—"we part to-night. ‘Leonardo again,’ he growled. But his grief was of short duration. ‘Parbleu, the house, is it broken in the least? I do not think so. By the time she arrived at the Beck’s doorstep, the morning was risen.
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