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ToC Just as St. You are not a tourist seeking adventure. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. The priceless things were gathered, the belongings packed. She knew the truth of it all right. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. No doubt— because he did not understand you—he thought you had run away with someone. The other individual, who was a little in advance, was concealed from the stranger's view. A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY. Their very furniture had mysteriously a high-browed quality, and Mr. Beyond was another door, on which was painted in black letters: MR.
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