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She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. I've often seen them storming the Carnegie Hall stage. “No man can realize,” she said, “what that pit can be. Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again, maybe she wasn't. She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being it. We must wave our hands at the blue hills far away there and go back to London and work. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. The man was my husband. By a sort of instinct. With a little sigh of happiness she accepted this new thing. “You’re not interested in politics?” he asked, almost with a note of protest.
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