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Jack and his comrade went to the Mint, where he was joined by Edgeworth Bess, with whom he sat down most unconcernedly to supper. “You are a thousand times more beautiful,” he said, “than anything else could be. “All right so far,” she said to herself. I was—I was a corespondent. Well, I don’t think that’s fair. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. I’m a Socialist, Miss Stanley.
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