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But the pear tree was as lovely as ever and as full of flower and as still.
“Good night, good-bye,” she cried from the top step, feeling that this self of hers was taking leave of them for ever.
But now—ardently! ardently! The word ached in her ardent body! Was this what that feeling of bliss had been leading up to?
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