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" "A friend is not so soon gained as lost," replied Wood; "but how has the prediction been fulfilled, Joan, eh?" "I thought you would have guessed, Sir," replied the widow, timidly. One chance in a thousand, and that would be the girl. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. Yet even now there were so many things untouched, so much to be learned. They simply understood there was a greater need to get over the past than to talk about it. She was good to me for the two years I stayed with her, she had a nice apartment in Galveston. You are restless, aggressive, critical with all the crude unthinking criticism of youth.
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