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She had resisted as long as she could; then she had stolen over. Sometimes her straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. The advanced guard rode on to drive away any opposition, while the main body of the procession crossed the bridge, and slowly toiled up Holborn Hill. ’ He made a pretence of rising and making a sortie to the corner to see if anyone was there. ‘Laisse-moi!’ Impatience swamped him.
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