Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. “I have a letter for you, and no end of messages. ‘C’est ridicule. I hoped for a family like the Becks and I waded through the system until I got them, so maybe life isn’t so damn hopeless after all. Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated.
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