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He limped away . The editor waved his hand to him from the door , but the old fellow shook his head , and made a warning , friendly gesture with his arm . Harkless usually ate his breakfast alone , as he was the latest riser in Plattville . -LRB- There were days in the winter when he did not reach the hotel until eight o'clock . -RRB- This morning he found a bunch of white roses , still wet with dew and so fragrant that the whole room was fresh and sweet with their odor , prettily arranged in a bowl on the table , and , at his plate , the largest of all with a pin through the stem . He looked up , smilingly , and nodded at the red-haired girl . `` Thank you , Charmion , '' he said .