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We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. "Oh, God! that I might die too," cried Jack, falling on his knees beside her. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. "You were no doubt surprised by the unlooked-for intelligence I sent you of your nephew's return?" "Was it unlooked-for on your part?" demanded the knight, distrustfully. But leave me here in my home, child, I will disintegrate if I am exposed. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky.
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