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It was just a chance that we in particular hit against each other—nothing predestined about it. “I wanted to go to an art-student ball of which he disapproved. The unequal battle went on. The door popped open with a sigh. Nothing could occupy her attention long today, unless it concerned her situation. At Christmas he gave her a set of a small edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his own. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one. “You must come and see me some afternoon,” she said to him. "That's for myself," rejoined Mrs.
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