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In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. Still, she knew instinctively that all of Sidney Carton's life had not been put upon the printed page. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. It throbs cruelly. She was looking anxiously at the entrance to the restaurant. Anna thrust hers into her pocket unopened, and for the first time left the house without a smile upon her face.
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