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"One last embrace. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. Her little white hand stole across the table. His eyes never left her face. “Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. Then she would write and tell her father what she had done, and put their relationship on a new footing. " He rose for fear she might touch him again.
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