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Were I to let you go, you'd say I feared you. She felt she must get him talking upon some impersonal theme at any cost. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. " "Your own was equally so," said Jackson ironically. And I've made up my mind that a husband ought to believe only half that he hears, and nothing that he sees. I dare say anything seemed better to her than the nun’s habit she had been obliged to use.
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