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Let me introduce you--this is Christine, who has come to town.
Her dear mamma, who had died when she was born, had been French.
Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it.
It cannot be denied that as they sat before the blazing fire, and ate the nourishing, comfortable food, they felt a kind of rapturous awe, and looked into each other's eyes with something like doubt.
