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She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. She had intended to be quietly dignified, but he was in a smouldering rage from the beginning, and began by assuming, which alone was more than flesh and blood could stand, that the insurrection was over and that she was coming home submissively. A shout was heard at a little distance, and, the next moment, a person rushed with breathless haste to the stair-head. The Yale spirit! James Boyle O'Higgins was, as the saying goes, somewhat out of luck. Take my word for it, your troubles are over. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform.
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