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“Who, me? I scare you?” He asked. ’ ‘Not dead, miss. Of course, he had no idea who I was. “I am exceedingly sorry,” he said. . It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Too easily roused emotions and too little passion. ” He passed his hand wearily over his forehead. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all these years in the lonely citadel of his heart.
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