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THE MAN WHO HAD FAILED FOR EVERYTHING
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He unlocked a drawer and took out three or four. Then he read one through, carefully. 'I don't think,' he said, in a deliberate voice, 'it would be a serious breach of confidence in me to let you look through this one.


SHE BROKE DOWN AND BEGAN TO CRY.There's really nothing in it, you know—just the ordinary average every-day love-letter.'

I glanced through the little note. He was right. The conventional hearts-and-darts epistle. It sounded nice enough. Longing to see you again: so lonely in this place: your dear sweet letter: looking forward to the time: your ever-devoted Sissie.

'That seems straight,' I answered. 'However, I am not quite sure. Will you allow me to take it away, with the

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