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Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. Mr. . " Something reached down into his heart and twisted it. They tried to read illustrated papers in an unconcerned manner and with forced attention, lest they should catch the leaping exultation in each other’s eyes. Such names shone brightly in the darkness, with black spaces of unilluminated emptiness about them, as stars shine in the night; but now—now it was different; now it was dawn—the real dawn. No one spoke, and she was impelled to flounder on.
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