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There was no one else in the doorway. And all the third act is love-sick music. He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. ’ ‘What? But—’ ‘Precisely, Hilary. He was twenty-nine at the time, practically an old man.
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