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He spoke in quick nervous sentences. For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day. That was one of the compensations for having consigned himself to this part of the world. He remembered also, all at once, the very first words he had heard her speak: “I was not born to this. She simply refuses to see or hear from me again. 3. Presently he caught her puzzled glance, and recollected himself, turning on the charm again. May I ask the nature of your interest in her?” He hesitated. Come, make yourself scarce.
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