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“I always get off here and lean over that rail for a bit. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. Only she hadn’t. “Who took care of you after she died?” “My father. ” “There will be some coffee and music in the drawing-room in a few minutes,” Mrs. ” “No.
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