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Rh paper pasted three-quarters full of newspaper clippings. As he laid it upon the table it flew open to a Sunday newspaper's colored half-page portrait of his ward in vivid costume.

He drew back angrily at sight of it and with hands behind his back paced up and down the rug until his cigar was half gone. Coming back to the table then as abruptly as he had spun away from it, he sat down and, holding the book upon his knees, turned page after page proclaiming the many adventures, risks, proclamations and other doings of Lorine Regan—all illustrated. Here and there he stopped and read carefully some considerable section of the text accompanying the pictures; but over most of the clippings he stopped only long enough to recall