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“And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and looking over his slanting glasses at her. ” She said. ‘Prudence? This name I have heard it spoken. She tucked her stick under her arm and re-read Manning’s letter. The mere fact that he was there in the train alongside her, helping her, sitting opposite to her in the dining-car, presently sleeping on a seat within a yard of her, made her heart sing until she was afraid their fellow passengers would hear it. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. "And Jack?" "Gone too," sobbed his daughter. “Exactly.
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