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For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day. ” “Friends!” said her father. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. “I know,” she said quietly, “that Paris, where she has been so much admired, is not a good place for her. The light fell upon the fugitive, who stood before him in an attitude of defence, with the child in his arms. They were horrible people.
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