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’ A laugh escaped her. I wonder what men would say if we threw the mask aside—if we really told them what WE thought of them, really showed them what WE were. Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. “Would you wait for me?” Manning was silent for a space. This won’t do.
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