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“Yes, I remember,” she said. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. " "For mercy's sake, go on!" cried Winifred. A familiar figure was making his way towards them. In nearly every speech she heard was the same implication of great and necessary changes in the world—changes to be won by effort and sacrifice indeed, but surely to be won. In an instant, she turned on him. " "She has suffered enough for you," said Wood. The overnight nervous strain began to tell; she became inattentive to the work before her, and it did not get on.
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