82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. “Forgive me,” he said. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. But I tell you in return, I shall take no pains to hide myself. The priceless things were gathered, the belongings packed. Deny me, if you please. If some of them are bad in the sense you mean, it is because there are bad folks in all walks of life.
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