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Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. "You are an angel," she cried, with a look beaming with delight. “I am exceedingly sorry,” he said. Beneath the shelf, containing these books, hung the fine old ballad of 'St. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. Go to your sister, and do not quit her till all is over.

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