’ He clenched his fists and grew red in the face. Nor my grandfathers both. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. Throughout the afternoon, while the doctor was giving her the first lesson out of his profound knowledge of life, her interest would break away continually, despite her honest efforts to pin it down to the facts so patiently elucidated for her. "Taber," said the manager; "Taber is the name. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy.
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