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He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. ” He said. ” “I believe you,” she murmured. Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench. When you send for me I shall come back. "I don't think that's likely. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it.
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