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” The girl shook her head. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton had come the smash. Easy enough. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. ” She thanked him with one of her shy little glances. Not part with him!" added he aloud. Even the children jeer. I spent this afternoon in detention. ’ ‘That is not your affair.
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