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The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the straw. He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. ‘How she pouted, and tried to make out that she had been imposed upon.
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