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He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. ‘She may well try to go back. It drives him to my island, where I can study him to my heart's content. Just now my best ones are all taken. Everybody seemed greatly concerned about the sincerity of Tolstoy. “You’re a student, perhaps?” said the tall woman. Another door was next opened, and, preceded by the ordinary, with the sacred volume in his hand, the prisoner entered the room. I went to her rooms to-night.
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