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It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. How she needed him! Next moment, she had wrenched open the door, and was confronting her guard. " Meanwhile, the party at the table continued drinking and chatting as merrily as before. They were properly brought up, and sat still and straight, and took the luck fate brought them as gentlewomen should. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. "Take courage, man; it is only Quilt Arnold. “Now, there, there. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. I hope that some day he'll understand how much he owes you. " "So it is, child.
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