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HIGHER TRUTH
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Mr. Beason, said Georgia McCormick, looking across the dinner table at the new student who had come to live with them--almost every one who lived around the university had
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I think, he announced, weightily,
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But Mr. Beason, she rambled on, eyes twinkling--Georgia had decided this young man needed
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I'm sure I don't know, said Beason, bluntly;
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I never loved any one that dearly.
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If you had ever known Ernestine and Karl, --a tenderness creeping into Georgia's voice--
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Your--_cousin?_ --Beason broke in.