FASCINATION ABOUT THEREPAIRER

I glanced in for the doorway and saw Hawberk fast paced in his small store at the end of the corridor. He seemed up, and catching sight of me cried in his deep, hearty voice, "Come in, Mr. Castaigne!" Constance, his daughter, rose to meet me as I crossed the edge, and held out her fairly hand, but I saw the blush of disappointment on her cheeks, an