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She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. To tell someone who is kind and who will understand!" "There, there!" he said. "Women must have their wills while they live, since they can make none when they die," observed Wood, as he imprinted a kiss of reconciliation on the plump hand of his consort;—a sentiment to the correctness of which the party chiefly interested graciously vouchsafed her assent. That is very bad indeed. 175 “Before you tell me the whole story,” she emphasized the penultimate word, “just let me do something for you. “He is a sad blunderer. ” “I suppose,” Anna said, “that those are reasonable deductions. “Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously. But somehow he could not bring any of these affairs to an orderly end. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. ‘Wait! At least tell me where I can find you. \" \"I'm sorry I didn't call. He patted the hand on his sleeve.
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