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and Mrs. White. That was what she was trying to make him understand. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. He was evidently nervous, and very anxious to be impressive; his projecting eyes sought to dominate. He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently as before. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. That paper must be signed, or I take my departure.
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