. Suddenly, she heard the crunch of new feet on the gravel. " On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill. I want to know who sent you those. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. He succeeded so well that by the time he asked for her name once more, she fluttered her lashes as coquettishly as ever. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. And I don’t.
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