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As I hope for mercy, I speak the truth!— let him deny it if he can. Sensitive, aren’t they?” She chuckled. “I think that I will leave this letter for him,” she said. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. She flew up from her stool and faced the door. That’s the wonder of it. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. It is the worst of talk under such social circumstances that it is always getting cut off so soon as it is beginning; and I went home that afternoon feeling I had said nothing—literally nothing—of the things I had meant to say to you and that were coursing through my head. ” She saw him flinch, but he gave no sign of it in his tone.
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