never retract one word, and that he was
quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite
of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his
article to him after it appeared -- full of
typographical errors which he thought inten-
tional -- he got a certain satisfaction from be-
lieving that the citizens of Lincoln had meekly
accepted the epithet "coarse barbarians."
"You see how it is," he said to me, "where
there is no chivalry, there is no _amour_propre."_
When I met him on his rounds now, I thought
he carried his head more disdainfully than
ever, and strode up the steps of front porches
and rang doorbells with more assurance. He
told Lena he would never forget how I had
stood by him when he was "under fire."

All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena
had broken up my serious mood. I wasn't
interested in my classes. I played with Lena
and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went
buggy-riding with the old Colonel, who had
taken a fancy to me and used to talk to me
about Lena and the "great beauties" he had
known in his youth. We were all three in
love with Lena.

Before the first of June, Gaston Cleric was
offered an instructorship at Harvard College,

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