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I didn't understand then, but I do now. She seemed to have no idea whatever of the emotional states that were becoming to her age and position. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. I have established a fine trade. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. I believe I am doomed to be an old maid. I bored him. Last night Mr. "Evidently he could not destroy these children of his. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans.
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