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. Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. Next moment, she had shut the bookshelf panel upon him. But I am afraid I am a shockingly obstinate and a very ungrateful person. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances.
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