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He sat
down before his fire, however, and went on, not with hope of exhausting
all possible variations, but merely for his own pleasure.
Finally, however, he rose and put photographs, rose, and card away.
"I've not allowed myself to yield to it," he said (which was a whopper)
"till I was sure she was what I could always love. Now I shall do my
best to make her me."


CHAPTER XLIV.
A GOOD DAY.

The next day it was raining torrents, but despite this, and to the utter
neglect of his law business, Peter drove up-town immediately after
lunch, to the house in Fifty-seventh Street. He asked for Watts, but
while he was waiting for the return of the servant, he heard a light
foot-step, and turning, he found Leonore fussing over some flowers. At
the same moment she became conscious of his presence.
"Good-day," said Peter.
"It isn't a good day at all," said Leonore, in a disconsolate voice,
holding out her hand nevertheless.
"Why not?"
"It's a horrid day, and I'm in disgrace.


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