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A young man was playing the banjo. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. . Something like a snarl crossed his face, and ignoring the pistol, he moved forward, seizing her shoulders. “You certainly got him in the bag. I hate what I have to do to survive. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. When things are at the worst, they'll mend.
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