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ST MARTIN'S SUMMER.
Yes, at the great Cardinal's levee I was the only client! I stared round the room, a long, narrow gallery, through which it was his custom to walk every morning, after receiving his more important visitors.

I stared, I say, from side to side, in a state of stupefaction.

The seats against either wall were empty, the recesses of the windows empty too.

The hat sculptured and painted here and there, the staring R, the blazoned arms looked down on a vacant floor.