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"I haven't a word to say, Ah Cum, not a word. Perhaps that was the reason why she enjoyed preparing suppers at the Becks. He would talk to Spurlock, but from the bench; as a judge, not as a chagrined lover. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. Every one took him for the millionaire, and he had lost his head about me. For if the likeness between the sisters was remarkable, the likeness between this girl and the poster which he had come from studying was more remarkable still. I want to boast myself. "By my shoul!" he exclaimed, smacking his lips, "dat ish goot—very goot. ‘He’d have been that happy if he’d known how you’re the spit of her, miss. I want you to feel that you have found a friend who has a strong desire to be of service to you.
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