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 rowing of the eyes, a brilliant concentration of glance which flung suspicion, almost like a shadow, across his mind.

“No,” he muttered, “no! It’s all right now— but it might happen.”

But though, like one who determines to op- pose a strong impulse, he would turn resolute- ly from the mirror, always he came back to it, and always with the same eager, fearful look.

“TI wonder if one can see these things?”

The thought troubled him and he frowned; the mirror reflected the frown, and the thing frightened him.

“Damn you!” he said, apostrophising the glass, “I'll have you cleared out of this,” and he shook his fist at himself. The mirror re- flected truly, and again he grew serious, sub- missive.

“That’s a foolish thing to do,” he muttered. “Would I beat my own face?”

His mouth curled mockingly; it was as though the very devil of things had entered into that bitter curve.

“Youw’re all right, old boy,” he said, address- ing that mocking reflection; “you see the hu- mour of the thing. There’s nothing much the

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