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BOOK SEVENTH: MITCHY "Do, please. I'll close the window"—and Mitchy went to it. "I'll follow you—good-night." The candles, after a minute, were out, and his friend had gone, but Mitchy, left in darkness, face to face with the vague, quiet garden, still stood there.