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 Kah that he had been dragged here—he felt the most virulent antipathy. Kabyles! He remembered Macklyn's telling him on the steamer that he ought to see something of the Kabyles; and he wished that he had the poet's address in order to telegraph him that he had indeed seen something of the Kabyles—and enough, too, in one afternoon, thank you!

"Quite, indeed—Teen-Kah," Sir William Broadfeather repeated, as he opened the door for Mme. Momoro to enter the room.

Lovely in dark furs, her cheeks glowing, she came in laughing; but when she saw Ogle's attitude of depressed intimacy with the slowly charring roots, she uttered a little cry of commiseration and crossed the room to him so swiftly that she was beside him before he could rise. She put her hand affectionately upon his shoulder. "My poor dear child!" she exclaimed. "Don't move; you are still frozen. I shall have the porter make a better fire for you." Then, as she went back to the door, she said to Sir William: "One moment, and my son and I will be delightedly at your service."

Sir William, removing a long tweed cape of elderly appearance and disclosing himself in a fuzzy short