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She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. He's a model of conjugal attachment and fidelity, a pattern to his family, and an example to his neighbours. The other kicked over the traces a bit, made rather a hit with her singing at some of those French places, and went the pace in a mild, ladylike sort of way. Who says that I am not Meysey Hill? I was trying to scare you. People think it is, but they are wrong. Money was not necessary; indeed, it would have embarrassed all concerned. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone.
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