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” He paced the room for a minute or two restlessly. I don’t understand the workings of a gentleman’s mind. The woman shrugged her shoulders. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. ” “Why not?” “You see, if I do go home my father objects to the College, and as for typing —” “Don’t go home. I didn't mean it. The room seemed a vacuum. " "Ha!" exclaimed her son, starting back, as he obeyed her, and disclosed Jonathan Wild. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. She ran to the lamp and extinguished it.
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