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207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. "Ha!" he exclaimed, with a sudden start, as his glance fell upon the portrait; "how came this into your possession, boy?" "Why don't you answer, sirrah?" cried Wild, in a savage tone, and striking him with the silver staff. ” He spoke a little nervously. At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. It’s true. Love stories! It was of negligible importance that these books were bound in paper; Romance lay unalterably within. “I noticed him call her attention to us as we passed down the room,” he answered. It was not a hard face, but it was resolute. Books; an inexplicable hunger to be satisfied.
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