” She stared hard at her finger-nails. " "You do not remember me, I dare say," observed the stranger. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. " Miserably his thoughts shuttled to and fro in search of what he knew she wanted —a love story. "If I were your father, young gentleman," returned Jackson, enraged at the interruption, "I'd teach you not to speak till you were spoken to.
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