THE SMART TRICK OF THEREPAIRER THAT NO ONE IS DISCUSSING

As I was the town with Hawberk I read Constance murmur anything to Louis which I didn't fully grasp; but Louis whispered "My darling," in reply; and again, walking ahead with Hawberk through the square I heard a murmur of "sweetheart," and "my own Constance," and I knew enough time had practically arrived After i should really speak of essential ma