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” She pointed with shaking fingers to a great bunch of dark red carnations, thrust carelessly into a deep china bowl, to which the card was still attached. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity. She produced from the depths of her pride the ugly investigatory note of the modern district visitor. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. " "The very point I aim at," said Darrell as he passed through the outlet. "Man, man! You're coming to life. " "When will you want me?"—with pitiful eagerness.
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