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This was one of the first streets to be built after Cavendish Square; it was burned in 1729, but rebuilt. Wimpole and Harley Streets are long, dreary arteries which give the impression of having been cut out of cardboard. At Nos. 43 to 45 is now Queen's College, and next door is the Governesses' Home and Registration Office. The College was first established in 1848.

"I wish to speak of Miss Harley and my suit there; it is not prospering, as you know. Pardon me for speaking to you of such intimate feelings. I know that it is not customary, but I have thought that you might aid me." "Was it for such a reason that you gave me a pass to Richmond and helped me to come here?"

Harley, in replying to this note, said, with apparent reason, "that it would require a long personal interview to discuss the subject referred to, and that such an interview, in the thick of the contest between himself and a candidate opposed to the Lansmere party, would be sure to get wind, be ascribed to political intrigues, be impossible otherwise to explain, and embarrass all the interests confided to their respective charge.

"Ice!" said Frank Harley. "Sawdust!" shouted Ford. "Fish!" said Dabney. "Clams, oysters, crabs, lobsters." Dick Lee had gazed in absolute silence up to that very moment; and all he could say now was, "Ah-h-h! O-h-h-h! Jes' ain't dey fine!" "Boys," said Dab, with a sort of loving look at the contents of that box, "do you suppose we can eat those fellows?" "Eat 'em!" exclaimed Ford.

I do not know how I can repay the great kindness of so many friends," she said with a swift descent of fluttering lashes to the soft cheeks upon which a faint color began to glow. "Perhaps they find payment for the service in doing it for you," he suggested. "Yet, I shall take care not to forget it," Harley said pointedly. "Indeed!"

"Do you wish to embroil me with the press so early?" asked Mr. Grayson, laughing. "I have heard great tales about them and their daring," she persisted. "I am not sure that even now he has not a camera concealed under his coat." "Why, Sylvia, what a strange thing to say!" exclaimed Mrs. Grayson. But Harley started in his seat and flushed a deep red.

Such was my mood, then, when suddenly Paul Harley stood up. My eyes were growing more and more used to the darkness, and from something strained in his attitude I detected the fact that he was listening intently. He placed his cigarette on the table beside the bed and quietly crossed the room. I knew from his silent tread that he wore shoes with rubber soles.

Harley for letting you go. For me, however, he must do differently. I have no particular desire to leave America, and if I go at all it is as a favor to him, and he must act accordingly. It is a case of carriage or no heroine. If I'm left behind, you and the rest can go along without me. I shall do very well, and it will be Mr. Harley's own fault.

Gratitude and fidelity are inseparable from an honest man; and it was this benevolent act that prompted De Foe to support Harley, with his able and ingenious pen, when Anne lay lifeless, and his benefactor in the vicissitude of party was persecuted by faction, and overpowered, though not conquered, by violence.

A Greek poet implies that the height of bliss is the sudden relief of pain: there is a nobler bliss still, the rapture of the conscience at the sudden release from a guilty thought. By the bedside at which he had knelt in boyhood, Harley paused to kneel once more.