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“Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. I am afraid because I love you, so that the mere thought of failure hurts. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. “I wonder,” he said, “if women do know things by instinct? I have my doubts about feminine instinct.
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