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Passing his arm round her, he draws her closer to him. "Of love generally?—no," with a disdainful glance,—"merely of your love of comfort." Jack is laughing over a letter written by one of the fellows in India; all are deep in their own correspondence. "And 'he is happier now than he has ever been in all his life before.' Pshaw!" exclaims Sir Nicholas, shutting up the letter impatiently. "He is mad!".