THE PURSUIT OF THE PRESIDENT.
his bleached beard and parchment face. "God bless my soul! I seemed to fancy that something fell on the top of my hat!"
He put up a trembling hand and took from that shelf a piece of twisted paper, which he opened absently only to find it inscribed with a true lover's knot and, the words:—
"Your beauty has not left me indifferent.—From Little Snowdrop."
There was a short silence, and then Syme said, biting his beard—
"I'm not beaten yet. The blasted thing must come down somewhere. Let's follow it!"
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