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He loves me, but how? The zest is gone, as the English say.

That fellow wants everyone to admire him and is very much pleased with himself," she thought, looking at a red-faced clerk, riding on a riding school horse.

" Yes, there's not the same flavor about me for him now.

If I go away from him, at the bottom of his heart he will be glad.

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