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Now tell me, if you can, something about the man who calls himself Valade. " At the door of this tavern, which was situated on the left of the street, not more than a hundred yards distant from the church, the bell of which began to toll as soon as the procession came in sight, the cart drew up, and the whole cavalcade halted. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. But he did not follow on with the thought. Practically it was most of the chief interests in life that she proposed to settle in this pedestrian meditation. "Oh, yes!—for always!" He took her hands and pressed them upon his thrumming heart; and in this attitude they remained for some time. Since morning he had become fanatical; the atoms of common sense no longer functioned in the accustomed groove.
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