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"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, David Carson!" she cried, her big gray eyes alight and a pretty flush on her cheeks. "You'll simply kill yourself some day, that's what you'll do! Why can't you wait till it stops?" "Don't I always study like this?" replied Judith without looking up. "Go ahead as long as you like—only don't talk. I want to study." "You approved of my reasons before, major. You shall approve of them again. In the meantime, until the trial, let us remain strangers.".
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