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In a moment his grasp grew weaker. “I’m d——d if I understand this,” he said thoughtfully. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. “I wonder which of us enjoys that most,” said Capes—“does he, or do we?” “He seems to get a zest—” “He does it and forgets it. . She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of one in particular. He pictured himself visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her aunt’s—she had told him that it was shabby—and he recalled that delicious little smile with which she would surely greet him, a smile which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the lips. 155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler. A group of ten began emerging outside the ticket area. You will have to tell me.
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