” “It was a mistake,” she faltered. ’ Emile reached out both hands and grasped her shoulders. She had even played in an opera by Verdi once, but had to dress as a boy to do it. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. You are doing your best to break our friendship. CHAPTER XXXI.
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