" "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. "Do you see any likeness?" "Don't I," returned Jack, bitterly. I was in hopes you'd be content with my hat and wig. She began to look for beauty and discover it in unexpected aspects and places. But, hang it, I know it's good!" "Of course it is!" In the afternoon he began work on another tale. ‘—without telling her why,’ he finished, ignoring the interjection. Lost ground must be regained.
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