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`Jimmy,' she said gently, `I'm an awful bore to you. Poor Jimmy! No! Don't pretend! I know what I know!' `Oh, God! What am I saying?' she thought. `It's fatal-fatal. I ought never ...!' And drawing his head to her, she put it to her heart. Then, instinctively aware that this moment had been pressed to its uttermost, she scrambled up, kissed his forehead, stretched herself, and laughed.
`I was asleep, dreaming; dreaming you loved me. Wasn't

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