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“The rarefied air? I thought you had a better head. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. You fooled me this morning; but I overheard two old maids talking about you and the young man. He was evidently nervous, and very anxious to be impressive; his projecting eyes sought to dominate. He looked the boy over with interest. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own.
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