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japanese junk and boats. japanese junk and boats.the day before their tryst out among the downs, this stupefied stagnation of emotion suddenly left him. all morning and through half the afternoon a succession of spring showers had flung themselves in mad torrents against the plate-glass windows of his office, and more than once he had seen norah look up, and knew as well as if she had spoken that she was speculating on the likelihood of another drenching afternoon to-morrow. but she said nothing, and again he knew that neither storm nor tempest would keep her back from their appointment, any more than it would keep him. the thing had to be: it was arranged so, and though they should find all the bluebells blackened and battered, and the thunder bellowed round them, that meeting in the bluebell wood was as certain as the rising of the sun.... and then the clock on his chimney-piece chimed five, and with a rush of reawakened perception, a change as swift and illuminating as the return of consciousness after an anaesthetic, he realised that by this time to-�ϻ����������ﻹ�иߵ�����绰morrow their meeting would be over, and they would know, each of them, what they were to become to each other. the week��s incurious torpor, broken once and sometimes twice a day by her glance, rolled away from him: the world and all that it contained started into vividness{300} again. simultaneously with the chiming clock, she got up, and brought him the finished typewritten letters for his signature. to-day there were but a dozen of them, and the work of reading and signing and bestowal in their envelopes was soon finished. but �ϻ���������ô��ݸʽ����绰an intolerable sense of restraint and discomfort surrounded these proceedings: he did not look
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