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‘Small wonder in a way that he found hisself consolation elsewhere. “I don’t know much about the technique of music,” he said at last, with his eyes upon her. Darrell. You denied it, remembering that I had called myself Anna. It was you, of course, whom he wanted. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity.
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