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“My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. Wood. And there was another matter. I never even burrowed down into the trunk. He was daring enough to have seized and carried him off before the whole congregation, but he preferred waiting. "Strange!" observed the Master; "I thought he'd been at my elbow all this time. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire.
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