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It was in the boudoir they were sitting, and Violet was dressed in some soft gray dress that shone and turned into palest pearl as she moved. It was his mother's boudoir, the room she most affects, with its crimson and gray coloring and its artistic arrangements, that blend so harmoniously, and are so tremendously becoming to the complexion when the blinds are lowered. How pretty Mona would look in a gray and crimson room? how—— "What is it?" asks he, quick to notice any change in her. No, it was not a Snake; it was a bear, a big grizzly bear, standing there looking down at Mīka´pi. "What is my brother doing here?" said the bear. "Why does he pray for life?".
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"Yes; it was her that called last week," returns her amiable mother-in-law, laying an unmistakable stress upon the pronoun. So he has come back to her. There is triumph in this thought and some natural vanity, but above and beyond all else a great relief that lifts from her the deadly fear that all night has been consuming her and has robbed her of her rest. Now anxiety is at an end, and joy reigns, born of the knowledge that by his speedy surrender he has proved himself her own indeed, and she herself indispensable to his content. "Well, by my grandfather, if you so prefer it," repeats he, with much unconcern. "It got itself, if it ever existed, irretrievably lost, and that is all any one knows about it." Ten thousand little loves and graces spring.".
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