“There is some one else whom I care for!” He laughed hardly. Still, my tutor was a highly educated scholar—my father. Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch. You would find things to laugh at even in Artemus Ward. Then he goes stony, and beats his way around the islands for another three months. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard. Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for remaining any longer before that little marble table was gone.
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