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I could have kissed the very stones on which he had stepped.
"The night was dark but clear, the street—a very quiet one—was not of the best lighted, and for some reason or other the nearest gas-lamp had gone out.
"As I kept staring up at the windows, it seemed as if I saw a faint light glimmering through the crevices of the shut-np blinds. 'Of course,' thought I, 'it is only my imagination.'
"I strained my eyes. 'No, surely, I am not mistaken,' said I, audibly to myself, 'surely there is a light.'
"'Had Teleny come back?'
"Perhaps he had been seized with the same state of dejection which had come over me when we parted. The anguish visible on my ghastly face must have paralyzed him, and in the state in which he was he could not play, so he had come back. Perhaps, also, the concert had been postponed.
"Perhaps it was thieves?
"But if Teleny?
"No, the very idea was absurd. How
