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I was grateful. The door opened. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. The air was thick with feelings. ‘Who is to be angry with you now?’ ‘Miss Prudence, that’s who,’ stated Joan bluntly. ’ She frowned suddenly. ” “Did it come—in Paris?” “I do not know,” he answered. . She was surprised to find how stored her mind was with impressions and memories of him, how vividly she remembered his gestures and little things that he had said.
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