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Show Inconsolable. The surges crashed mournfully In the darkness 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 bliterness and sorrow." The youns girl, profoundly moved, said in gentle cones; "Do not tako my refusal so to heart. Mr. Mannermt. Harold. Thero oro lots of nico rls left, I assure you. I know ono a the Surf house who would suit you precisely. She is pretty, pret-ty, amiable, clever " "Has 6he got any money?" he Interrupted. |