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Show Inconsolable. Tho surges crashed mournfully In the darkneBs against tho old pier. "This blow," he said, "is one from which, alas, I shall not recover. Nevermore Never-more will I look upon the face of woman wom-an save In bitterness and sorrow." The young girl, profoundly moved, said In gentle tones: "Do not take my refusal so to heart, Mr. Mannerlng, Harold. There are lots of nice girls left, I assure you. I know one at the Surf liouao who would suit you precisely. She Is pretty, pret-ty, amiable, clever " "Has she got any money?" he la-terrupted. |