As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. We’ll go to the shops. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. And now take away those cards, and never let me see them again. She turned towards the door, and had taken a pace towards it when it was flung open. I’m not such a bad sort. Wood.
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