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They were childless and servantless, and they had reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts. He opened his eyes, protestingly, and beheld the realization of his dream. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. She smiled at the sight of him, and thereat his radiation increased. Yet an indiscriminating, wrong-headed world gave such fellows all sorts of distinctions. " "Why, my love," rejoined her husband, "appearances, you must allow, were a little against you. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. I never let her read stories, or have pets, dolls. To-morrow morning I shall have made up my mind what to do. This year—I’ve got it badly. Jack was not half your age when he died. It was impulsive and natural.
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