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He had removed his silk hat, and now sat looking at Ann Veronica over an untouched cup of tea; he sat gloating upon her, trying to catch her eye. " "You don't remember your mother?" "Oh, no; she died when I was very little. 256 Lucy chose her words carefully. Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it. It’s odd how little I know of him, and of how he feels and what he feels. The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors.
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