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 When the hansom stopped at last he got down, helped her out and for a moment longer held her hand.

“We're both pretty unhappy,” he said. “Things have been going wrong with me too. But think of Cornwall sometimes and remember there's some one else thinking of it.”

“You're a funny kid,” she said, looking at him, “sentimental, I don't think!”

But it was her eyes—tired and regretful that said good bye.

She let herself in and the door closed behind her.

He turned and walked the streets; it was three o'clock before he reached his home.