” He strode away and vanished in the gathering fog. You’ve got me. There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and carried pearls in his pocket. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. ’ ‘But it’s my affair, Melusine. “Just like old times,” she thought sardonically. The Enschede Bible—the one out of which she read—had been strangely mutilated. On your own. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. There was a time, long, long ago, when the tears would have rushed to my eyes unbidden at the bare mention of generosity like yours, Mr. Bravo!—the best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy.
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