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” The nod； the smile and the unmeaning monosyllable； were returned conscientiously。 Another pause was broken by one of us with a fit of coughing。 It was an obviously assumed fit； but it served to pass the time。 The bustle of the platform was unabated。 There was no sign of the train’s departure。 Release—ours； and our friend’s—was not yet。
My wandering eye alighted on a rather portly middle…aged man who was talking earnestly from the platform to a young lady at the next window but one to ours。 His fine profile was vaguely4 familiar to me。 The young lady was evidently American； and he was 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
