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The Butterfly House

CHAPTER III
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He made some now.

He felt the need of it.

Then he handily served the very excellent dinner, and sat down at his solitary dining table.

As he ate his soup, he glanced across the table, and a blush like that of a girl overspread his dark face.

He had a vision of a high chair, and a child installed therein with the customary bib and spoon.


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