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CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. . " "Come this way, Mr. I will write to your major, and you will send the letter very quickly. She must weigh her situation. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers. ‘But we—mon mari and myself—we have the bonne chance. If Emile can see him, then so also can I. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. She would never love him as she loved Capes, of course, but there are grades and qualities of love. The leg and wing of a duck were disposed of by this gentleman in a twinkling; a brace of pigeons and a pound of steak followed with equal celerity; and he had just begun to make a fierce assault upon the eggs and ham.
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