The Craze of Christina — page 176: what you’re looking at

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172 The Craze of Christina. went out for a solitary walk round the harbor, and tried to resign himself with what patience he could to the delay. He was not, however, a very patient man by nature, and the way in which Chris had eluded him at the very moment when he had imagined her to be within his grasp, had sharpened his longing for her and rendered him keener than ever to see her again. ‘She is the most aggravating, tantalizing witch on the face of the earth!’’ he said to himself, as he wandered aimlessly about the dead-alive and highly uninteresting city of Calais. But had he only known it, he was by no means at the end of her witcheries yet. There was no ktter from her on the morrow. He hung about the bureau from morning till night, until the lady in charge was quite tired of answering his broken inquiries for letters, and inclined to lose her temper with him be- cause he did not. seem to believe in her con- stant denials. . He spent a sleepless night, and looked white and haggard when he came down in the morn- ing; however, his anxieties were quickly as- suaged by the sight of a letter in Chris’s hand- writing. It was very short,