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! Away in an obscure corner (because of its cheap binding) he came across a set of Lamb.

He took out a volume at random and glanced at the fly-leaf--"Kitty Killigrew, Smith College." Then he went into the body of the book.

It was copiously marked and annotated.

There was something so intimate in the touch of the book that he felt he was committing a sacrilege, looking as it were into Kitty's soul.