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You must forgive the poet’s license I take. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of approaching danger. " "Oh, that!" she said, with a deprecating gesture.
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