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The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. First the passage to be negotiated. Her grave fine face, her warm clear complexion, had already aroused his curiosity as he had gone to and fro in Morningside Park, and here suddenly he was near to her and talking freely and intimately. “I hope you are going to Carey House. Some of the people who watched them standing side by side thought they must be newly wedded because of their happy faces, and others that they were an old-established couple because of their easy confidence in each other. I'm ashamed to say that I was too much terrified to scream out—but ran and hid myself. Capes kept obstinately stiff, and spoke between his teeth.
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