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At the door, however, he looked back and saw her still standing where he

had left her. She wafted him a kiss on her finger-tips and disappeared.

Going to her desk, she read with shining eyes and smiling lips the last

lines written in her journal, then dipped her pen as though to write

further, hesitated, and, closing the book, whispered,-"That is too sacred to intrust even to you, you dear, old journal! I

shall keep it locked in my own breast."

Then, locking her desk and turning off the light, she stole noiselessly

to her room.