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"Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. " "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. A failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her ambitions, with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she was yet to be denied all coherent means of expression. "How do I know you are a friend?" asked Darrell. The minute he discovers Roding here, he’ll know something is up. "No friend like the mother, for the babby knows no other. The two friends contrasted strikingly with each other. ’ ‘You speak it very well,’ Gerald said encouragingly. I've a question to ask him.
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