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"I can't help thinking of it, Sir," answered the widow. “Lots of ‘em!” Capes chuckled. Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. I need you every day. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. Two souls in travail; one inspired by fresh hopes, the other, by fresh despairs.
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