“Sure! Sure!” said Fin, laughing and crying both. “Let it all come! You kept a stiff upper lip too long.” But Mariula soon dried her eyes, and decorously retreated from Fin’s knee. “What a fool you must think me,” she said, suddenly the maiden. “I always cry when the trouble’s over.” “You didn’t tell them the whole story?” Fin said anxiously. Mariula shook her head. “I told enough for the newspapers,” she said coolly. “It is horrible to think of everything about you being talked over on the street corners.” “Hear! …
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