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“I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the boy who wore his hair like Russell. He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand. Quite!” He sat in the arm-chair and took tea, and consumed several of the extra cakes which she had sent out for and talked to her and expressed himself, looking very earnestly at her with his deep-set eyes, and carefully avoiding any crumbs on his mustache the while. Jack's heart was too full to allow him to derive any pleasure from this scene; so he strolled on without raising his eyes till he arrived at Kensal Green. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her.
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