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She got up, put the neat cuffs she had made into her work-basket, and went to the bureau for the little cards in the morocco case. A little kindness would not bring the world tumbling about her ears. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. ’ She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was still too painful to be recalled with ease. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. Annabel had been here then. ’ ‘Why should Gérard care?’ sneered Gosse. “I suppose Paris is very, very distracting. “I have a letter for him from his brother, which I was just leaving. While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise. To-night all this may seem hard and cruel. To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that her courage sometimes faltered. He was daring enough to have seized and carried him off before the whole congregation, but he preferred waiting.
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