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” “You said you loved me – did you mean it?” He said. I ought to be able to think things out. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. Seeing her improved mood, he had offered the Latin reading lesson strategically, knowing it would surprise her that he considered her capable. He had not remembered her as looking so small. What was it she had expected? Surely her moods were getting a little out of hand. She refused coffee, though she knew that anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. Somebody to depend upon her; somebody to have need of her, if only for a little while. “Nor am I going to,” she answered, smiling. It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark. ” “You would marry a divorcée?” she asked. About two weeks ago.
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