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The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. It was nothing like the big church wedding she wanted, but nothing could shame her greater than to have a child out of wedlock. She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to restrain her tears. ‘You!’ ‘Yes, it is I, mademoiselle,’ he continued in his own tongue. That would not help her. “I will be off,” she declared. In all his life he had never realized a dream; but the thought had never before hurt him. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. "Restore it," he cried, in an authoritative voice. Would I could purchase his apathy as easily as I can procure his assistance.
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