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"Because it's not like you," was her answer. “But it’s a long business. There are men in the Lowndean who laugh at
him—simply laugh at him. “Oh my God! You sounded like my Grandma just
now! How did you do that?” He asked, shocked. ”
“And what do you think I ought to do?”
“Exactly!” He lifted a paper-weight and dabbed it gently down again. She knew now that he never would. The latter looked very pale, either from
the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed
emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. "
"Where's Mr. She was flushed, and her eyes were
bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in
wandering strands of black. "If you don't stop its squalling, I
will.
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