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If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. “You are not content then with stealing from me my name. ‘Imbecile. Paul’s, were rich and wonderful with the soft sunshine of London, the softest, the finest grained, the most penetrating and least emphatic sunshine in the world. “Of course, I remember now. As she averted her gaze, a terrible idea crossed her. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her ears. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his.
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