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Every morning I lay on the floor in the front parlour watching her door. The blind was pulled down to within an inch of the sash so that I could not be seen. When she came out on the doorstep my heart leaped. I ran to the hall, seized my books and followed her. I kept her brown figure always in my eye and,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], when we came near the point at which our ways diverged, I quickened my pace and passed her. This happened morning after morning. I had never spoken to her,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], except for a few casual words,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
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