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'H'htly 'Don't you like sad impressions sometimes?' 'Yes, sometimes, perhaps' 'When you are full of trouble' 'Yes' 'Well, why shouldn't I when I am full of trouble?' 'Are you troubled?' 'I ahtfully and abruptly--so abruptly that she did not push the dialogue further

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The power of theher attention to the subject of the piece, as by taking up and developing as its libretto the poe her deeds and intentions fro them in its own