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got up from his chair and trudged to the refrigerator,
pouring himself a glass of milk from the never-ending
supply of two percent. "
The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. "Will you write," asked the doctor, "and
tell me how you are getting along?"
"Oh, yes!"
"The last advice I can give you is this: excite his imagination; get him started
with his writing. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable
obstacle, Jack darted through the door. “You must come home to him at once,” said Miss Stanley. Her hair had begun to grow back, it
now swept to her shoulders. "No, no, let him alone," interposed Wood. Ramage!” she began, and his mouth sealed hers and his breath was
mixed with her breath.
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