Monsieur Segotin's Story
I promise you, before I had my two little ones clinging about my neck. But let us avoid the sentimental as we have avoided the sensational."
So saying, M. Segotin rose, handed me a card with his address upon it, pressed both my hands warmly, raised his hat and sauntered away from me down the brightly-lit hall, humming a brave little air.
At the door he turned to wave a hand to me and smile adieu.
And again I saw his eyes.
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