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Louis Valois did not move nor speak as Roberta entered and stood by his side . He was conscious , painfully conscious to his very finger - tips , the moment that she crossed the threshold . He longed to speak — to utter some commonplace ...
Louis Valois did not move nor speak as Roberta entered and stood by his side . He was conscious , painfully conscious to his very finger - tips , the moment that she crossed the threshold . He longed to speak — to utter some commonplace ...
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She was wondering how he could speak so gently if he had loved Alice so deeply . Perhaps he divined her thoughts , for he said : " It is because of your great likeness that I am so anxious you should fulfill the promise of her life .
She was wondering how he could speak so gently if he had loved Alice so deeply . Perhaps he divined her thoughts , for he said : " It is because of your great likeness that I am so anxious you should fulfill the promise of her life .
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It was such an unusual thing for her father to speak directly to her , and , above all , to speak with interest of her music , that Roberta felt the ready tears springing to her eyes , but with a mighty effort she controlled herself ...
It was such an unusual thing for her father to speak directly to her , and , above all , to speak with interest of her music , that Roberta felt the ready tears springing to her eyes , but with a mighty effort she controlled herself ...
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