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ardour took possession of her-a sense of the earnestness of his

affection and a delight in his personal qualities. He was better

than any one else. This supreme conviction had filled her life for

months, and enough of it still remained to prove to her that she could

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before their marriage; but then she had not noticed it: it had come

back to her only afterwards. This time she might well have noticed it,

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superficially; but when in the light of deepening experience she had

looked into them they had then appeared portentous. He had really

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