” “I suppose we are,” said Vee, rearranging the flowers in her hand. "You mean, it doesn't matter?" "Poor Hoddy! When you were ill in Canton, out of your head, you babbled words. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. The doleful procession at once assumed a festive character. It would make my wife very happy.
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