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It was a grand life. Springing to his feet in an ecstasy of terror, he stumbled, and had well nigh realized his worst apprehensions. “Maybe we could swing a scholarship to Boston College for you, you know, with your violin and all. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. Kneebone made no effort to check the unreasonable merriment of his companions, but rather seemed to encourage it. That “entirely English” comment was said just to provoke me. To return. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music.
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