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‘I can manage now. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. ” She looked around for the voice around the Orchestra room, fumbling around with her books. She was drawn first by Miss Miniver, and then by her own natural interest, into a curious stratum of people who are busied with dreams of world progress, of great and fundamental changes, of a New Age that is to replace all the stresses and disorders of contemporary life. For although I must confess it reads very much like an application or a testimonial or some such thing as that, I can assure you I am writing this in fear and trembling with a sinking heart. This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek.
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