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While this was going on, Blueskin, seeing no notice whatever taken of him, coughed loudly and repeatedly. "He hears me not! he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I shall never see him again!" When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. Come back—you must come back. He got off on it. “Good-bye, John,” she said simply. Love is one thing and friendship quite another.
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