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“I expect that was it,” Joan confessed. “It interferes with our reason at times.” “They afford much food for reflection,” thought Mr. Simson, “though I cannot myself go as far as you do in including Christianity under that heading.”
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It ended in Joan’s promising to introduce her to discreet theatrical friends who would tell her of cosmetics less injurious to the skin, and advise her generally in the ancient and proper art of “making up.” She told Joan what she remembered herself of 1870. She had turned her country house into a hospital and had seen a good deal of the fighting. He led the way to the piano. “Tell Madge I want her,” he whispered. He struck a few notes; and then in a voice that drowned every other sound in the room, struck up a comic song.
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