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The audience was made up of parents, teachers, and a few other curious folks from town, all sitting hushed in anticipatory silence as the school orchestra assembled onstage. I should have thought my note cleared up everything. Soup would help you feel better, soup and hot tea. Makes one want to go back to the Oriental system!” Mr. Brendon. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. I know now that I was mistaken. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. He upset some one —probably Mr. I am glad you found me. Something that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated.
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