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Her knees almost sank beneath her as she raised the latch of the front door and looked out. It was nearly one o’clock; but there were lights still in all her windows. She surveyed accommodation that seemed at first merely austere, and became more and more manifestly inadequate as the moments fled by. The Red Room. She found she could do her microscope work all the better for being in love.
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