He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. There was a little pause between them, full for Ann Veronica of rapid elusive suspicions and intimations. He has been lodged in every round-house in the metropolis, and has broken out of them all, and boasts that no prison can hold him. In spite of the tumultuous joy which agitated him, the bridegroom could not prevent the intrusion of some saddening thoughts, as he reflected upon the melancholy scene which he had so recently witnessed in the same place. A dresser, a washstand, and a clothes press. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her. “Oh goody. \" He said, as he threw his trash into the can on the way out.
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