‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield. Twice he cleaned the old briar; still there was no improvement. “Now,” he said, “no one can blunder in upon us. Then she raised the glass nearer to her lips. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. So it does.
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