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He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron. His stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed they were not entirely true. “Homely?” “Well, yeah, that’s what he said. And then if some day Capes wanted her—saw fit to alter his views upon friendship. To find the incentive! But how? Thither and yon the idea roved, seeking the way.
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