I thought he would annoy you.

He is a great pleasure to me." "Let him come up to the Keep whiles.

I'll no mind him." When he rose to go he stood a moment before each picture, and then suddenly asked, "Whar is young Crawford ?" "In Rome." "A nice place for him to be! He'd be in Babylon, doubtless, if it was on the face o' the earth." When he went home he shut himself in his room and almost stealthily took out that slip of paper.

It had begun to look yellow and faded, and Crawford had a strange fancy that it had a sad, pitiful appearance.

He held it in his hand a few moments and then put it back again.