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His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams. You are nothing of the sort. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. The Oriental accepts my medicines kowtowing, and when my back is turned, chucks the stuff out of the window and burns joss-sticks. “Gracious!” she exclaimed to herself. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. If one wants a thing very much, perhaps one is inclined to think one can’t have it.
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