In Sight of St. Paul's — page 89: what you’re looking at

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84 HEART TO HEART. Then, for the first time, Fletcher looked at him - scrutinizingly, and was startled at the alteration in his appearance. ‘Poor old chum!’’ he muttered. ‘‘How changed you are! What is it, old fellow? Tella pal. You’re as white as a woman, and you’re weak.”’ ‘‘T’ve had a hard time of it, Gillie,’’ replied Tom, almost breaking down. ‘‘I beg your pardon, Gill, but ‘“T understand, old chap, » ynterrupted Fletcher, sympathetically. ‘‘It’s all right. A fit of the blues. I often get them myself. It’s the fog, it’s——”’ ‘‘No, no, Gill! But first tell me about my father, and iy sister, and—and—dAileen.”’’ _ Fletcher smiled. ‘All right, old chap,’’ he said, brightly. ‘‘I will, if you wish, but they’ll be here soon to speak for themselves. ’’ | ‘Here!’ cried Tom, dashing the chair behind him, and with the color he so much needed flushing warm in his face. “Yes. Don’t get excited, old chap. I’ve arranged it all. Your friend, the cabman, has gone to fetch them.’? | This was an astounding revelation to Tom. What! He was to see his family—and soon? He had not dared to acknowledge to himself before how he had longed for them.