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He laid her on their old bed and kissed her from head to toe. " "My mind's made up," rejoined Jack, coldly,—"we part to-night. “Why not?” He asked. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. Two persons possessing a more comfortable stock of assurance could not be readily found.
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