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“Can’t I see the faywies some time, Betty?” asked St. Elmo. “But you haven’t told us what hurries you so,” Jean called, while Billy was already sprinting away. “That’s good news. Run ahead, boy, and show us the way. Fly, fly!”.
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Mrs. Bennett continued her gentle, even strokes; bent and kissed him softly before replying. “Duty looks narrow only when it opposes inclination, my child. Selfish people hate duty; but those who live the longest and best lives could tell you that every victory duty wins brings an ever-increasing joy.” It was dark and the handkerchief over his nose rendered one eye ineffective so that he could not see more than a few inches ahead of him. On opening the door he found himself on what seemed a short flight of steps which he proceeded to descend. All at once he tripped and down he went struggling for breath into the font that had been filled with water for the evening baptismal service. He winced with pain, reeled, and would have fallen but for the other’s sustaining hand. “Well, Miss Smith, are you alone here?”.
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