evidently　English；　otherwise　I　should　have　guessed　from　his　impressive　air　that　he　was　her　father。　I　wished　I　could　hear　what　he　was　saying。　I　was　sure　he　was　giving　the　very　best　advice；　and　the　strong　tenderness　of　his　gaze　was　really　beautiful。　He　seemed　magnetic；　as　he　poured　out　his　final　injunctions。　I　could　feel　something　of　his　magnetism　even　where　I　stood。　And　the　magnetism；　like　the　profile；　was　vaguely　familiar　to　me。　Where　had　I　experienced　it？

In　a　flash　I　remembered。　The　man　was　Hubert　Le　Ros。　But　how　changed　since　last　I　saw　him！　That　was　seven　or　eight　years　ago；　in　the　Strand。　He　was　then　（as　usual）　out　of　an　engagement；　and　borrowed　half…a…crown。　It　seemed　a　privilege　to　lend　anything　to　him。　He　was　always　magnetic。　And　why　his　magnetism5　had　never　made　him　successful　on　the　London　stage　was　always　a　mystery　to　me。　He　was　an　excellent　actor；　and　a　man　of　sober　habit。　But；　like　many　others　of　his　kind；　Hubert　Le　Ros　（I　do　not；　of　course；　give　the　actual　name　by　which　he　was　known）　drifted　speedily　away　into　the　provinces；　and　I；　like　every　one　else；　ceased　to　remember　him。。　最好的txt下載網

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It　was　strange　to　see　him；　after　all　these　years；　here　on　the　platform　of　Euston；　looking　so　prosperous　and　solid。　It　was　not　only　the　flesh　that　he　had　put　on；　but　also　the　clothes；　that　made　him　hard　to　recognize。　In　the　old　days；　an　imitation　fur　coat　had　seemed　to　be　as　integral　a　part　of　him　as　were　his　ill…shorn　lantern　jaws。　But　now　his　costume