" Still his brain refused to assimilate the news or to deduce the tremendous importance of it. Oh! and love—love! We’ve had so splendid a time, and fought our fight and won. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. "So you're writing under a nom de plume, eh?" said McClintock, holding out the letter. He was so depressed and disheartened that he did not then believe he would ever write again. “The young lady, I presume, told you that her name was Anna,” he remarked. Then came the cable that you were in Canton, ill, but not dangerously so.
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