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"He is gone!" cried Mrs. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. It melted her heart. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. ’ His finger came out and Melusine felt it stroke her cheek. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. Probably he taught me what a joke was merely to irritate my father; for suddenly Father stopped my going to the store for things and sent our old Kanaka cook instead. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person.

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