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“This is a charming place, and I have enjoyed the rest. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. My Mom inherited our house from our Grandma, otherwise they never could have afforded it, not even twenty years ago. Ogilvy was full of a client’s trouble in that matter, a grave and even tragic trouble. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. It’s these damned novels.
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