To-night I locked up my flat at six o’clock. “I think,” he said, “I was a little too mystical about beauty the other day. That night, she hunted the alleyways of the old town. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. Only I wish—I wish to-day I was a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful. His exploits and escapes are in every body's mouth. Pray, walk in. Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred.
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