She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. Only I wish—I wish to-day I was a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful.
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