AN APPLICATION.' 



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when you're as old as I am you won't repent my ad- 

 vice. I'll look out something by that time that will 

 suit you better than this.' 



There was a shaking of hands. A promise on 

 both sides : The door closed : and the momentary 

 flush of warmth fell away from a pair of old cheeks, 

 like a red oak-leaf from the bare bough of November, 

 as the letters * marked 1 to 14 ' were slowly taken 

 up one by one, and glanced at with the leaden eye 

 of habitude. 



liiiyiiW 1 - 

 SSB8W 

 'but the mischief lies in the corollary "so much foryourScien.ee.' ' 



