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She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. Gwen and Alice were fantastically friendly, which seemed to annoy him, and Mrs. “So it’s like you’re a dead end?” He asked innocently. " There was a pause. ‘How disappointing,’ mourned Gerald. I figured it would hurt your feelings if you knew I still talked to him, so I kept my mouth shut. " Not a little perplexed by the mysterious object she had seen, Rachel left the room, and, shortly afterwards returned with the materials of a tolerably good supper;—to wit, a couple of cold fowls, a tongue, the best part of a sirloin of beef, a jar of pickles, and two small dishes of pastry. It would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites.
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