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Mrs. Pendyce felt very faint when she hurried away from Chelsea. She had passed through hours of great emotion, and eaten nothing.
Like sunset clouds or the colours in mother-o'-pearl, so, it is written, shall be the moods of men-interwoven as the threads of an embroidery, less certain than an April day, yet with a rhythm of their own that never
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