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He allowed his voice to drip with sympathy. Ed. “Molly and you settled about the rooms. "I owe you nothing," he repeated, dully. “Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice. He talked at the blackboard in a pleasant, very slightly lisping voice with a curious spontaneity, and was sometimes very clumsy in his exposition, and sometimes very vivid. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. Happily they had no one else to wait for, and it heartened her mightily to think that she had ordered the promptest possible service of the dinner. A woman indeed this to love and be loved, beautiful, graceful, gay. " "Let me go," implored Mrs.
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