'" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. ” “Well, tell me. ” “I suppose we are,” said Vee, rearranging the flowers in her hand. She was curious, and at the same time clearly resolved she must not hear it. He looked at her, hurt. “Do you know,” she said, “that every one is remarking how ill you look. “Then I don’t take this as final.
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