“To my chagrin, I have. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time. Then there was also the horse. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow.
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