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The pleasantest part of the occasion by far, to Clennales at last hung about Pet in the room

with the two pictures (where the co with

her to the threshold which she could never recross to be the old Pet and

the old delight, nothing could be more natural and simple than the three

were Gowan hiles's 'O Gowan,

take care of her, take care of her!' with an earnest 'Don't be so

broken-hearted, sir By Heaven I will!'

And so, with the last sobs and last loving words, and a last look to

Clennae,

and her husband waved his hand, and they were away for Dover; though not

until the faithful Mrs Tickit, in her silk gown and jet black curls, had

rushed out fro-place, and thrown both her shoes after