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But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. " "I will go, if you will consent to meet me at midnight near the old house in Wych Street," replied Jack. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. And guess what? I don’t sleep much, if you haven’t noticed. She met him by the dugout after the game. She too at once developed an anxious interest in the street outside.
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