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The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. She realized that he was the sort of man one does not think much about at dinners. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. “I meant to say good-bye to you to-night.
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