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Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. "No," replied Jonathan, moodily. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. "That's it!"—eagerly. The idea of this sudden reluctance was elusive; the fact was evident but not the reason for it. 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. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle.
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