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She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe. All that confidence, born of irony, disappeared; and fear laid hold of him. She has no proof—yet. It isn't as if he were stricken with typhoid or pneumonia or something like that. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. So he made merry at the dinner table, told comic stories, and was astonished at the readiness with which she grasped the comic side of life. I can't give you my hand; but you may take it. Cloud back of your hat!" He opened his eyes again.
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