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Take it," he cried, lifting the babe from the bottom of the boat, and flinging it towards its unfortunate father. ‘His granddaughter?’ ‘Yes, his son’s daughter. Think—think of that engagement!” Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to say. A pretty piece. "Yes. Still —there you are!” He paused. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. Manning central in her mind. Nothing, in short, portable or valuable was left. Then the lady smiled and her radiance, even in the darkness, warmed Gerald unexpectedly. But she perceived that to tell Manning of her Ramage adventures as they had happened would be like tarring figures upon a water-color. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said.
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