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ar her quiet crying. It was awful. His love for her was a torture. Because she was not wonderful at all but human and pitiful like himself, he felt her grief like a knife turning and turning in his own heart. But he could not comfort her. He could only stare aghast at that row of faces--grinning, smirking, arrogant, insolent faces. It was true. The jolly lights had been turned out. The band had stopped playing. A vulgar, common woman! * * * * * He stood with his back to the Circus entrance where he could smell the sawdust and hear the hum of the audience crowding into their seats. The invisible band gave funny noises like a man clearing his throat. There was still a number of people coming in--some strolling idly, others pulled along by their excited charges. It was queer, Robert thought, that they should be excited. The smell of the sawdust made him feel rather sick. He gave out his last handbill. Nobody noticed him. They took the slip of paper which he thrust into their hands without looking at him. He went and stood at the box-office where the big man in riding boots was counting out his money. It was a high box-office, so that Robert had to stand on tip-toe to be seen. "I've finished," he said. The man glanced at him and then remembered. "Oh, yes, you're the young feller. Given 'em all out, eh? Not thrown 'em on the rubbish heap? Well, what is it?" "I want my sixpence." "Oh, sixpence I promised you, did I? Well, here's a shilling seat. That'll do better, eh, what? You can go in now." "I want my sixpence." "You don't want--don't want to go to the Circus?" "I don't like Circuses." The big man stared down at the white set face gazing stolidly back at him over the wooded ledge. He tossed the coin indignantly across. "Well, of all the unnatural, ungrateful young jackanapes----" But he was so astonished that he had to lean out of his box and watch the blasphemer--a quaint figure, bowed as though under a heavy burden, its hands thrust hard into its trousers pockets--stalk away from the great tent and without so much as a backward glance lose itself among the crowd. PART II I 1 They came to an idle halt near Cleopatra's needle, and leaning against the Embankment wall, looked across the river to the warehouses opposite, which, in the evening mist, had the look of stark cliffs guarded by a solitary watchful lion. The smaller o
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