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She ran across the room to get the medicine which Statira had to take in these paroxysms. "There, there! Take it! I sha'n't say anything more about him." "And do you take it all back?" gasped Statira, holding the proffered spoon away. "Yes, yes! But do take your med'cine, St'ira, 'f you don't want to die where you set." "And do you think he'll come?" "Yes, he'll come."
"Shameless, cold-hearted, stuck-up, nasty thing!" said 'Manda Grier, varying her denunciation in the repetition, and apparently getting fresh satisfaction out of it in that way. "Don't? St'ira Dudley, if you was a woman if you was half a woman you'd never speak to that little corpse-on-ice again." "O 'Manda, don't call him names-! I can't bear to have you!" "Names?
He does hate me. You said he did." "No, St'ira, I didn't. You never was hard to anybody, and the meanest old iceberg in creation couldn't hate you." "Then you think he does care for me?" "Yes." "And you know he'll come soon?" "Yes." "To-morrow?" "Yes, to-morrow." "O'Manda, O'Manda!"
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