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" "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. ” “You forget,” she said, looking up at him with a faint smile, “that under the cloak of her name I am earning more money a week than I could ever have earned in a year by my own labours. ‘Is that a gesture of friendship?’ She stamped her foot. Taking the wind was her business in life. Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. .
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