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    t leave ts anot more anonymous too, I teful for t, terrible. Never mind, never mind, pused.

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    ts ching; and I walk on. More shops, more books, more men; and finally a window, a

    little brig. ts, rings. treys name upon it, in letters of flaking gold. I see it, and s stumble.

    Inside, t expected t. to books and prints, and ts, besides. tand at tently t look up ep and my skirts give a rustle, turn tare. But I am used to stares, by no ttle ing-table, ting at it, dressed in a coat and sleeves. ares, as ts up.  are you looking for? h is dry.

    I say, quietly, Im looking for Mr rey. I rey.

    omers s a little, and look me oVfer again. Mr rey, one a little cre