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Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. She contrived to break down the barriers of shyness at last in one direction, and talked one night of love and the facts of love with Miss Miniver. ‘She’s perfectly right.
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