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She sat on the edge of the bed overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. When she awoke she felt as if she were adrift on a soft cloud through a golden sky. You are an artist by the Divine right of birth, but whatever form of expression may come to you at some time it will not be painting. Between herself and yonder evil mind she had the strongest buckler God could give—love. A dreamy sense of content crept over him. It looked very patient, she thought, and a little self-satisfied. She can be of use to me yet.
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