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It was you, of course, whom he wanted. That’s— that’s my private life. She sat in deep thought for a moment or two, and then nodding briskly, dipped the pen in the ink again and began to write. He remembered it suddenly. Was the situation so desperate that he could not pack his best things? She had packed lightly, not wanting to weigh down the carriage they would travel in. Neither did his interest,—which was by no means inconsiderable,—nor his general popularity, procure him the preferment he desired.
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