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The pearls were really yours?" "They were left to me by my mother. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. I hadn’t heard of him before the trial. I hated him. ’ She had given nothing away. “Morning, Mom. Through that she had to go. ” She laughed gaily—and she had a way when she laughed of throwing back her head and showing her beautiful white teeth, so that mirth from her was a thing very much to be desired. A phase of mental activity that men called courage: to summon at will this energy which barred the ingress of the long cold fingers of fear, which cleared the throat of stuffiness and kept the glance level and ever forward.
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