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You come to visit a completely different gentleman at his home. She, perhaps, displayed herself rather consciously as a fine person unduly limited. ‘You do not dare look in my clothes. She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving out of the station, whereas she was only moving in. He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. The inn was a military haunt.
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