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“My friend,” she said, “I have been your pupil for two years. “If I didn’t love you better than myself,” said Capes, “I wouldn’t fence like this with you. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. ’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. " "I know not how to act," exclaimed Jack, almost driven to desperation. A woman indeed this to love and be loved, beautiful, graceful, gay. But give me till to-morrow—only till to-morrow—I may be able to part with him then.
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