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Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. ‘It could not be helped, whichever way I made my presence known. And, after all, a fine clear sky of bright colors is the signal to come out of hiding and rejoice and go on with life. Have you anything to ask me?” Ann Veronica readjusted her mind hastily. A curious silence ensued.
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