meeting we conceive a regard for some people and a dislike for others.
"You remember the incident I related to you the first, or rather the second time you dined with me, of the man I met in the Hoffman House who warned me that I was shadowed. Well, I have run across him several times since. I have the strangest feeling for him, and he apparently dislikes me. I can't say that I like him, but I have such a desire to be with and near him that I can't say I dislike him either. By Jove, I was surprised when he fell against the bar that day and looked so miserably ill. I thought at first it was the sight of my name that affected him, but he assured me that it was a spasm of the heart, a chronic complaint of his."
"What was his name?" asked Dido, breaking off a bit of bread. She was growing prettier every day since Richard had secured a
