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Drink the toast, Jack. I suppose I was a little idiotic—I don’t think we either of us mentioned the future, but it was arranged that I should go the next afternoon and have tea with her. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. I want to talk to Mr. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill.
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