’ The lashes fluttered demurely. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. I shall charge you five per cent. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. Whenever she came upon the obliterated word and paused, her father would say: "Faith. There was some one there.
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