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 that it was a nice will and a kind one. And I nearly cried right there. I could just get out, Oh, Mr. Alden, you don't know what this means to me—you don't know! and then I had to run right away, or I'd have broken down."

M. Laroche nodded sympathetically. "Zat is a good man, M. Aldenne, très aimable—most kind. I sink every one likes heem. It is but yesterday zat he has asked me, 'And where do you go when Mees Sabina is away, monsieur? You will not find anozzer soch landlady, hein? I sink not. He is a kind man."

"Miss Ellsworth wanted me to take some German lessons, and there was a 'Life of Goethe' she wanted me to read. But I couldn't do that. The time's so short now. And I'm too old to go to school again. So I just had to tell her then and there.

" 'Miss Ellsworth,' I said, 'it isn't quite the same with me as 'tis with you. You've been before and you know all the