THE PENSION BEAUREPAS.
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"Take a good look at that bracelet, so you'll know it when you see it," said Miss Sophy.
"She's bound to have something," remarked her mother, almost proudly.
Mr. Ruck was still vaguely inspecting the shop; he was still whistling a little. "I am afraid he is not at all well," I said, softly, to his wife.
She twisted her head a little, and glanced at him.
"Well, I wish he'd improve!" she exclaimed.
"A satin case, and a nice one!" said Miss Ruck to the shopman.
I bade Mr. Ruck good-bye. "Don't wait for me," he said, sitting there on his stool, and not meeting my eye. "I've got to see this thing through."
I went back to the Pension Beaurepas, and when, an hour later, I left it with my luggage, the family had not returned.
