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DISCORDS
"I carn't.
"Kiss 'er!"
A terrible anticipation of that gathering framed itself in his mind—a hideous, impossible disaster.
"I carn't even face 'er———!"
His voice went up to a note of despair, "And it's too late to telegrarf and stop 'em!"
§ 7
About twenty minutes after this, an outporter in Castle Hill Avenue was accosted by a young man with a pale, desperate face, an exquisitely rolled umbrella and a heavy Gladstone bag.
"Carry this to the station, will you?" said the young man. "I want to ketch the nex' train to London. . . . You'll 'ave to look sharp—I 'aven't very much time."
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