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Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. 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. ” She said. "Good bye!" cried Jack, as if taking leave of his mistresses, "to-morrow, at the same time. I—well, I lost my temper.
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