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A dry cough's the trumpeter of death. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. “I mean to go to that dance! I meant to reason with you, but you won’t reason. “When you married me——” Her little hand flashed out across the table. At least that, I think, is what makes a clever woman’s independent career so much more difficult than a clever man’s. "Eggs for me! You mistake, child. Jove, he didn’t take to it kindly, I can tell you. “You are one of those who must know all about it.
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