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“I always get off here and lean over that rail for a bit. Oh, I’ve loved love, dear! I’ve loved love and you, and the glory of you; and the great time is over, and I have to go carefully and bear children, and—take care of my hair—and when I am done with that I shall be an old woman. You know the danger of this breakneck road as well as I do. "Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear," replied Wood, receiving the little burthen with a laugh. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. He seemed years younger, and the arrangement of his tie and hair were almost rakish.
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