He postponed the pleasure of reading it until he had carefully extracted the two ten-shilling pieces, divested them of their bits of tissue-paper, and put them in his waistcoat pocket.

Then he held the letter nearer to the candle and read: "I have thought about this for a whole hour.

You must believe, please, that it is no vulgar impulse.

I acknowledge it to be a very serious liberty, and in taking it I rely upon not having misinterpreted the scope of the freedom which exists between us.

In Bohemia--our country--one may share one's luck with a friend, _n'est ce pas ?_ I will not ask to be forgiven." "Nice girl," said Mr.Golightly Ticke, taking off his boots.