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 And while I'm interrupting my own story I'll ask of you the favor of a look Into the street. I like it when it's empty. There's only one man walking? Let him walk. I wish to God that all men might walk always, And so, being busy, love one another more."

"Avon," I said, now in my chair again, "Although I may not be here to be happy, If you are careless, I may have to laugh. I have disliked a few men in my life, But never to the scope of wishing them To this particular pedestrian hell Of your affection. I should not like that. Forgive me, for this time it was your fault."

He drummed with all his fingers on his chair,