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Andrew's
church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators. He hadn't patrolled old Pell Street as a plain clothes man without
getting a glimmer of the ancient truth that East is East and West is West. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time
the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would
sit down at the piano and play. His name is carved upon a beam up stairs. One comes at last to the step from dreams to
reality. “No, I must have had hope lurking somewhere too. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him;
and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. She produced a handkerchief, and with one
sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. ‘Aye, that she was.
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