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“I’d give anything,” he remarked, “to see our little Vee happily and comfortably married. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. Catching hold of his chin, he bent back the neck, while with his left hand he pulled out a clasp knife, which he opened with his teeth, and grasping Wild's head with his arm, notwithstanding his resistance, cut deeply into his throat. But to go courting a slave-girl, at the risk of physical hurt! A shudder of distaste wrinkled her shoulders. “Very good,” he said. Lucy stared at the girl for a long ten seconds, and then looked away. "What is a family album?" "You poor child, do you mean to tell me you've never seen a family album? Why, it's a book filled with the photographs of your grandmothers and grandfathers, your aunts and uncles and cousins, your mother and father when they were little. That shining slope of snow, and how we talked of death! We might have died! Even when we are old, when we are rich as we may be, we won’t forget the tune when we cared nothing for anything but the joy of one another, when we risked everything for one another, when all the wrappings and coverings seemed to have fallen from life and left it light and fire.
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