FASCINATION ABOUT THEREPAIRER

As I became town with Hawberk I read Constance murmur anything to Louis which I didn't fully grasp; but Louis whispered "My darling," in reply; and again, strolling forward with Hawberk with the square I listened to a murmur of "sweetheart," and "my very own Constance," and I realized time had almost arrived when I ought to converse of important is