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 “I do not care how I look. I cannot think of it,” said she; “could you, if you had left the man you love behind you, as I have mine?”

“I’m begin—beginning to think I have,” sobbed poor Sadie, and buried her hot face in Mrs. Belmont’s motherly bosom.