“I know nothing
whatever of his friends or his home. ”
She looked at him quizzically. \"
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recollections—here she emerges Phœnix-like, subtly developed, a flawless
woman, beautiful, self-reliant, witty, a woman with the strange gift of making all
others beside her seem plain or vulgar. She was
nearly dead. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still
the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the
same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about
them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. "I believe I'll tear them up. Influenced, probably, by what he had heard from
Mr.
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