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It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. You know you don’t mean it. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. It does sound a little horrid to talk so much about oneself and to have views. It was not in evidence here, not a sign of it.
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