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A maidservant held the front door open. The psychic vibration of him thickened the air of the room as if he were already inside. “Dinner is served, ma’am,” he announced to Mrs. Certain phases of irony always caused him to chuckle audibly. Indeed, she did not want to think of him as loving her. The moment she entered the room and he rose, she felt that she was immediately consigned to the circle of strangers; and it emptied her heart of its joy and filled it with diffidence. “I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said. “Agreed,” he said, “certainly,” and drew a checkbook toward him. .
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