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His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. ” She went on, with a desperate attempt to be easy and colloquial: “You see, we were rather good friends, I thought, and now perhaps it will be difficult for us to get back to the old friendly footing. “He does not come here,” she exclaimed, quickly. That is where I first knew him. ‘It is seldom enough I am visited by anyone at all, let alone a personable young redcoat. He was always tenderly courteous; he answered her ordinary questions readily and her extraordinary ones patiently; he always rose when she entered or left the room. ” She played with her hair.
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