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THE BATTLE OF LIFE. |
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"He waves his hat to you, my love," said Grace. "Your chosen husband, darling. Look ! "
The younger sister raised her head, and, for a moment, turned it. Then turning back again, and fully meeting, for the first time, those calm eyes, fell sobbing on her neck.
" Oh, Grace. God bless you! But I cannot bear to see it, Grace ! It breaks my heart." |
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