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Chapter 216
Chapter 32 She merely stared, like a child which may either burst into tears or laughter, no one can prophesy which. He explained, rather worried: "You see, you are a girl, Jack, and I remembered that you were pleased about those clothes that you wore to the dance in the Crittenden schoolhouse, and so when I saw that pin I—well—" "Oh, Pierre!" said a stifled voice. "Oh, Pierre!" "Jack, you aren't angry, are you? See, when you put it at the throat it doesn't look half bad!" And to try it, he pinned it on her shirt. She caught both his hands, kissed them again and again, and then buried her face against them as she sobbed. If the heavens had opened and a cloudburst crashed on the roof of the house, he would have been less astounded. "What is it?" he cried. "Damn it all—Jack—yo
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