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Excerpt from Tom Beauling
I remember you perfectly, Har mony, he said. There was neither sur prise nor warmth in his tone, nor indeed coldness, rather a judicial tinct of non commission. Whatever the tone, the lady 's eyes drooped, almost tragically, before it, and she laid her hand with a charming free-arm gesture back on the rosy infant's shoulder. J udge Tyler, easily sure of himself, waited.
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