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"He shan't go," cried Edgeworth Bess, holding him by the other hand. For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. "Gadzooks! I thought something was coming on; for when I looked at the weather-glass an hour ago, it had sunk lower than I ever remember it. These sham ideals and advanced notions. It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings. Luckily I’m not. Ever since he came here, three months ago, he has been the life and soul of the place; and now the death warrant has arrived, instead of being cast down, as most men would be, and as all others are, he's gayer than ever. They proved all sorts of things perhaps, but they were thick, unequal, pitiful pieces of work. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute.
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