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John laughed even harder, his eyes misting over. Every now and then her general presence became radiantly dazzling in his eyes; she would appear in the street coming toward him, a surprise, so fine and smiling and welcoming was she, so expanded and illuminated and living, in contrast with his mere expectation. Go to her and tell her. I find it impossible to associate you with—my little friend of the ‘Ambassador’s. “His love-making,” she remarked, “struck me as unconvincing. You are going to accept a post as chorus girl, or super, or something of that sort. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold.
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