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CHAPTER VI. “Yeah. I would not
have him know—now—for the world. I care not. It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all
my sayings and doings. I don’t want to stop your singing. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her
poised body a species of paralysis. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously
tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. Wood's daughter,—to
whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage
forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. "Rowland," she said, in a faint voice, "I have not many minutes to live.
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