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She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. To-night I locked up my flat at six o’clock. A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY. “Anna!” he exclaimed hoarsely. We shall have him on his return. Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter contrived to have a violent quarrel. “Don’t you have a wife? Where are your children?” She asked. “I believe it is. ’ ‘From you,’ the lady threw at him furiously. Aware of his father's inflexibility of purpose, he set his wits to work to defeat the design. His eyes were bright, and his voice had in it an unaccustomed timbre.
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