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 “He is something over thirty years of age, madam.”

“Thirty? Surely we heard he was very old. Thirty! And does he live in that beautiful little old house all by himself?”

“I live with him!”

“You! Ha! ha! ha! And what is your name, you dear good old man?”

“Adam.”

“Two Adams living in the same house! Are you the old Adam? I have heard so much of him.”

At this I rose, pushed back my hat, and looked up at her.

“I am Adam Moss,“ I said, with distant politeness. “You can have these strawberries for your breakfast if you want them.”

There was a low quick “Oh!” and she was gone, and the curtains closed over her face. It was rude; but neither ought she to have called me the old Adam. I have been