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The twilight was fading as she left the office. She turned northward, choosing a broad, ill-lighted road. It did not matter which way she took. She wanted to think; or, rather, to dream. Suddenly he broke off. “What a fool I’m making of myself,” he said. “I always was a dreamer.”
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