The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. I’m so glad you’re not angry. And it's a maxim of universal application: or, at least, of universal practice. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. Only it was with a further and most unbelieving shrug of the shoulders that he resumed his seat. He would know her address to-morrow.
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