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I have been imaging—” “Mr. ’ ‘Will you indeed? Truly?’ His smile held so much tenderness, she was tempted to surrender at once. “I was never so clear in all my life as I have been in this business. “Second class,” said some one, but first and second were all alike to her. You never saw him before yesterday. The boy’s besotted. “I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was screaming over and over again. She cursed herself for a fool. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. And she was about as capable of intelligent argument as a runaway steam-roller. " CHAPTER XVIII.
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