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I tell you that I love you, Anna, and I believe that you love me. He allowed his voice to drip with sympathy. Give me this picture. I told her it was the end. But in the train going home her aunt reasoned it out. On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black water. Fire; she was full of it.
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