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he paused, leaving unfinished the sentence he was dictating, and sat there silent, not daring to look at her. he still felt she despised him, and now with additional reason; he resented the fact that any one should do that, his pride choked him, and yet he was ashamed. but oh, the contrast betwee�ϻ���ɽ������ȫ����۸�n this very uncomfortable moment, and the comfortable evenings with emmeline!��monsieur, i have just been hearing so much nonsense about this portrait, that really i don��t know whether i have been working like an artist or a sign-painter.����will you forgive me?�� she said. ��i adored that moment when your name was announced. i felt so proud of serving you.��soon the whistle sounded, the great train rolled into the station, the conductor shouted "all aboard!" our friends took their seats, the bell rang, and the locomotive coughed asthmatically as it moved on.as they approached the station, frank appeared a little nervous about something. the cause of his anxiety was apparent when the carriage stopped. he was the first to get out and the first to mount the platform. some�ϻ���ɽ������ȫ����۸�body was evidently waiting for him.from chicago to san francisco. from chicago to san francisco."of course," was the reply; "buffaloes were far more numerous then than now, and sometimes the herds were so large that it took an entire day, or even longer, for one of them to cross the road. twice we were unable to go