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I could not become an Oracle. For a moment her heart seemed to stop beating. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. “I wonder—I wonder if we shall ever get like that. She would not let her move. ” Anna glanced up. Let me only wear your livery. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like,’ he repeated blankly.
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