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المؤلف: Henryk Sienkiewicz

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She looked up in astonishment at the sincerity of his tone, her
heart tingling with a new emotion of delicious uncertainty. What
if, after all, he had wanted some one in the way she wanted him?
What if the some one were herself and he had been afraid to
aspire to a woman of her wealth and position? She asked this
without any feeling of conceit, for one who loves always dreams
he sees signs of favor in the one beloved.
"Then you have wanted some one?" All her manner, her voice, her
eyes expressed sympathy. She was the soul of tact and no mean
actress at the same time.
Code, still in the depth of reminiscence and averted happiness,
scarcely heard her, but he answered
"Yes, I have." Then, coming to full realization of the
confession, he colored and laughed uneasily. "But let's not talk
of such personal things any more," he added. "You must think me
very foolish to be mooning about like this."

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