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THE FIFTH STRING
"Angelo Diotti," and she called the name aloud. She took up another and again her lips voiced the beloved name. "Angelo Diotti," she continued, repeating at intervals for a minute. Then looking at her father: "He has called thirty-two times: there are thirty-one cards here and on one occasion he forgot his card-case."
"Thirty-two!" said the father, rising angrily and pacing the floor.
"Yes, thirty-two. I remember all of them distinctly."
Her father came over to her, half coaxingly, half seriously. "Mildred, I wish his visits to cease; people will imagine there is a romantic attachment between you."
"There is, father," out it came, "he loves me and I love him."
"What!" shouted Mr. Wallace, and
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