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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No…

That night Gwendoline and Linnæa again walked up to bed together and parted at Linnæa’s door. Linnæa’s heart beat quickly as they neared her door. Would Gwendoline kiss her to-night? If so, the kiss should be returned. She would at least make an effort to keep this sweet friendship which had entered into her barren life so suddenly.
“Let me come in for a minute,” said Gwendoline. “We are to be friends, are we not?” she said, slipping her arm round Linnæa’s waist, and looking at her with her large, lustrous eyes.
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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No…

I feel as if I could face a whole regiment myself. The spirit, the spirit of my ancestors is in my breast, Arthur Reginald, and woe betide that enemy who tries to wrest from me my native land!” Peggy went off into a shriek of laughter, in which Arthur joined until the sound of the merry peals reached Mrs. Asplin’s ears as she lay wearily on her pillow, and brought a smile to her pale face. “Bless the dears! How happy they are,” she murmured to herself, nor even suspected that it was a wholesale massacre of foreign nations which had been the cause of this gleeful outburst.
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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No…

And the two girls who had caused this unusual excitement, what of them? Linnæa lay on her bed in a passion of tears. Rage, wounded pride, love, and hate, all strove for the mastery. What had she done, she moaned, that everyone should be against her? Was it not enough that she should be naturally unattractive, but this cruel siren must go out of her way to find a refined system of torture for her? How was she to live in the school with this girl she had loved, and who had so basely deceived her?
And Gwendoline?
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