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"Ah, tragedy of lusty life! How oft / Some high emprise a soul divinely grips, / But as it crests, fate's undertow despoils! " / THEODORE H. RAND.
Mrs. Nimmo was better the next morning, and, rising betimes, gave her son an early audience in her room.