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\" \"All right. He looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly, and jet black. ’ Melusine gave it up. “It does not appear to me,” he said, stiffly, “to be an affair for jests. Let us be friends—as near and close as friends can be. “It’s still a marvel to me that we are to be forgiven,” she said, turning. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights.
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