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” “It seems so—so unworthy”—she picked among her phrases “of the noble love you give—” She stopped, through the difficulty she found in expressing herself. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. He murmured his delight, and joined the bridge party, where he played with less than his accustomed skill. “Oh! I wish,” she said, “that people thought alike about these things. But death is better for them, since they’re orphans now!” He screamed. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. "My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. But she felt his lax figure become rigid. No one is safe.
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