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The sergeant had not seen Eugene for a week; but although he had not seen him, he could not get him out of his mind.
As he sauntered about the park day after day, his vigilant eyes going hither and thither over roads and foot-paths to see that no trespassers loitered in them and defaced the growing trees, or launched boats without permission on the waterways, Eugene's pale, thoughtful, and rather unhappy face floated constantly before him.