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His eyes never left her face. It was just such a bedroom as she would have chosen for herself. The day is already half over. “As things are at present,” she said, “it is true. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. Guiltily, she felt very little for him, and yet she wondered what he would be like.
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