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Wild is a friend of yours, I'm sorry for what I said. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. “There I can’t help,” said Capes. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. “Oh, Michelle, I’m such a miserable fool. Michelle stood perplexed. Some one was standing beside him. She had begun to care about her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate golden filigree and rubies. But that instinct is severely dampened most of the time. It was bleeding again. He was six blocks away from his home, a ten story building apparently made solely of glass. When a mere child she fixed her affections upon a youth named Thames Darrell, whom her father brought up, and who perished, it is supposed, about nine years ago; and she has determined to remain faithful to his memory. I found it on the beach, just sitting there nestled inside a piece of driftwood.
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