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She met his eyes for a moment, and could not interpret their expression. ” His eyes were burning. I’m ashamed to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my own lost babe. My servant. . A failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her ambitions, with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she was yet to be denied all coherent means of expression.
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