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He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. He knew that he could translate literally. " "Is the poor lady alive?" asked Mrs. “You are a dear,” she exclaimed affectionately. Something that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated. “Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms.
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