"Hush! I think a door creaked somewhere!" said Barnabas, almost in a

tone of relief.

In an instant Mr. Smivvle had possessed himself of his shabby hat

and was astride of the window-sill. Yet there he paused to reach out

his hand, and now Barnabas might see a great tear that crept upon

his cheek--as bright, as glorious as any jewel.

"Good-by, Beverley!" he whispered as their hands met, "good-by, and

I shall never forget--never!"

So saying, he nodded, sighed and, swinging himself over the

window-ledge, lowered himself from sight.

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But, standing there at the casement, Barnabas watched him presently

stride away towards a new world, upright of figure and with head

carried high like one who is full of confident purpose.

Being come to the end of the drive he turned, flourished his shabby

hat and so was gone.




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