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She rose at once with a little exclamation, half of surprise, half of pleasure. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. It was horrible, but she must do it. It was impulsive and natural. He remained talking with her however. “You are coming in, aren’t you, Sydney?” “If I may,” he answered.
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