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"And how are you going to refuse it? Keep it. It is an emblem of what you

are, honey. The poor devil!"

And he put his arm round her. He understood. Why not? There are certain

attractions which are irresistible, and Jane was unconscious of her

possessions.

Jane raised the bottom layer of cotton wool. What impulse led her to do

this she could not say, but she found a slip of paper across which was

written: "An' I learned about women from 'er."

All this while, across the street, in the shadow of an areaway, stood a

man in a mackintosh and a felt hat drawn well down. He had watched the van

disgorge and roll away, the arrival and the departure of the messenger

boy.

He began to intone softly: "'Many waters cannot quench love, neither can

the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house

for love, it would utterly be contemned.'"

With a sluing lurch to his stride he started off down the street, into the

lashing rain. A great joke; and now there was nothing at all to disturb

his dreams--but the dim white face of Jabez Flint spinning in the dark of

the sea.