There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. Because I’m younger than you. Pioneers all of them. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off.
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