"I used to cry myself to sleep, Hoddy, I was so forlorn and lonely. . The vicomte has, he say, enough femmes in his hands. He could not kiss Ruth. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire. I was the black sheep, I was hurried out of the way. Before retracing his steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range over the vast and beautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now hidden, from the traveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractive place of burial,—and which, before it was intersected by canals and railroads, and portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed. He was not there.
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