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At last, a little way to the northward of Euston Road, the moral cloud seemed to lift, the moral atmosphere to change; clean blinds appeared in the windows, clean doorsteps before the doors, a different appeal in the neatly placed cards bearing the word ————————————— | APARTMENTS ————————————— | in the clear bright windows. I can bear anything but suspense. "You've got him?" demanded Ireton. And she had been doubting since that walk in the Zoological Gardens whether, indeed, he did simply care for her. 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. I'm burning up. Leastways, not on your own. I do not believe that there has ever lived a really great actress whose moral character from the ordinary point of view would bear inspection.
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