It was too good to be true. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers. You hear what I say, Quilt?" he added, looking at Jack. “To-night we are as we have always been.
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