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"Is this a season to speak on such a subject?" "Perhaps not," rejoined the woollen-draper; "but the uncontrollable violence of my passion must plead my excuse. ’ He opened the purse and extracted a couple of guineas. Could you pull over? She asked. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. "I suppose he'll be on his feet any day now. In her case the barrier was not selfishness but the perception that her interest would be misinterpreted, naturally. “Anything is better than this—this stifled life down here. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings.
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