human
Poor Blair,
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Thank God!
human
and Cherry-pie and Nannie couldn't help being fluttered. Blair listened with open amusement to their half-scared gossip of what people thought, and what the newspapers had said, and how
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his mother had been; but Elizabeth hardly heard them. At the end of the call, while Blair was bidding Nannie tell his mother he was coming to see her in the morning. Miss White, kissing her
human
good night, tried to whisper something in her ear:
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human
No--no--no,--I can't hear it; I can't bear it yet!
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Elizabeth! you've taken cold?
human
No; not at all. I'm tired. Please don't stay.
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Well,