A REVIEW OF THEREPAIRER

I glanced in on the doorway and noticed Hawberk active in his very little store at the conclusion of the corridor. He seemed up, and catching sight of me cried in his deep, hearty voice, "Come in, Mr. Castaigne!" Constance, his daughter, rose to meet me as I crossed the edge, and held out her very hand, but I saw the blush of disappointment on her