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“That’s good news. Run ahead, boy, and show us the way. Fly, fly!” The pianist walked on the stage as the eyes of Mrs. Wopp and Moses rested on Betty. Howard Eliot had not taken his gaze from Nell Gordon expecting momentarily to catch her glance and to be rewarded by a smile. A smile radiated her fair face, but alas! It was not for him. He was standing disconsolate, looking up the street for stragglers, when his mother came in again..
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