Love at the Loom — page 165: what you’re looking at

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dn the prime of life and a bachelor. forgot that he had laughed at love, and worshiped her. | But something told him that it would be as well to . woo a marble statue; so he worshiped in silence, say- ble grief. | He bade her farewell, and she forgot him ere he left the house; he never forgot her while he lived. She turned back into the librar y, when James glided respectfully after her and spoke to her as she was sink- ing wearily into a chair at the desk. It seemed to her that her head would. burst some day with its load of Cares. | Cee gentleman to see you, madam.” _Whoe’’ she asked, without looking up. “A gentleman.” Her brows contracted impatiently, but no netulint word fell from her lips, red despite her sorrow. “What is*his name, please ?”’ | “He did not give it,” said James, taking the chance. “Did he wish to see me on business? But I suppose that is it. Bring him in here, please!” A aes Cannot Be ‘Yourst ee ae - She stood at the door of the library bidding the law- a “yer good-by. He was not a young man, but he was pan m 7 §coimicbooks.co 2 He had lived until now careless of the love of. is women. When he met Goldie he forgot his reserve, | a ing to himself that here was a woman with an.incura- . =