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She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. It is foolish, she murmured to herself, foolish. O'Higgins did not confide in me. On the way home he was still thoughtful. I never even burrowed down into the trunk. I acted in plays, I studied philosophy, mathematics, and science. She fixed her brilliant eyes upon him. " There had never been, from that fatal hour eight months gone down to this, the inclination to confess. Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed.
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