’ She shook her head sadly. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. In another instant, the collision took place. Nervously he pulled alongside the dilapidated oncewhite farmhouse. From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh exertion, he started up. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York.
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