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" "You mustn't talk. Sydney Courtlaw—Mr. Prison was beastly. “In five minutes I shall be ready. A man as rich as you are ought to have a thousand-ton yacht. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. Rhea commanded her. He felt her observance and warmed to it. She was the first to hear another car approaching from the street, an odd occurrence in an elementary school lot that had been abandoned for the weekend. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. “I am so sorry. “I can’t imagine what has come over you,” said her aunt.
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