eir souls in the sea-breez

there, seated at table and quenching their thirst with high-balls, they watched the feverish palpitations o

htful rings of sm

sland resort?" he said to Jack, whose eyes, following the impulse of his more rob

nd he is going to get it. Like a huntsman, he follows the scent of happiness; but I warrant that always it eludes him.

e life of every man when a petticoat is more attr

silent remonstrance that he acquiesced when Jack inv

hy

are inte

not fi

ey losses came, with work in shop or factory, and t

's side, kept prattling in his ear, ready to tell the story of her life to any one

rial. He thought I had a voice. They called me Betsy, the Hyacinth Girl. At first it seemed as if peop

d w

as just used u

ghtf

ice-and the tobacco smoke

ed down

ke your presen

not young? Am

, but with a simple coquetti

er, Ernest asked, half-reproachfully: "Jack

n't

u mean

she was-ver

t fro

then, you see, it's like a

as that h

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e had

cour

t. It should

llars of society; s

"that is the most