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” “You are really going on the stage, then?” he said slowly. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. “I am too much in earnest,” he answered, “to be able to take this matter lightly. “By Jove!” he broke out, “one tries to take a serious, sober view. It runs about gayly, it romps, it is bright and pretty, it has enormous quantities of soft hair and more power of expressing affection than its brothers. “Nobody understands them, of course, but we all look as though we did. Once more he was the searcher. " Her utterance was here choked by sobs.
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