" "That is very kind of you," she acknowledged. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. " "You may spare me your compassion, friend," observed Thames; "I am falsely detained. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. . "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest.
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