It is the only way. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust. Her figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre. “I always get off here and lean over that rail for a bit. ‘But I have been perfectly honest about that. She leaves town to-morrow.
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