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The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. She could accord her father with one grace: he was not in any manner a hypocrite. I need not counsel you to avoid those fatal courses which have placed you in such fearful jeopardy. She was supposed to be lifeless; but she survived the accident, though she never regained her strength. I’ll try to stay as long as I can. After all, where prayer fails, a pistol is bound to succeed.
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