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The priceless things were gathered, the belongings packed. “I have never yet met a man whose intellect I could respect. “Oh, but life is difficult!” she groaned. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. He had done it. And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. Her voice recalled him. I wonder what men would say if we threw the mask aside—if we really told them what WE thought of them, really showed them what WE were. Her features were still slightly marked by the disorder alluded to in the description of her as a child,—but that was the only drawback to her beauty.
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