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Once or twice she got
up, without apparent reason. She pulled at the branches of the fig-
trees. She gathered a flower. She moved away, and leaned upon the
wall. Finally, when her mother and Artois had fallen into conversation
about some new book, she slipped very quietly away.
Hermione and Artois continued their conversation, though without much
animation. At length, however, some remark of Hermione led Artois to
speak of the book he was writing. Very often and very openly in the
days gone by she had discussed with him his work. Now, feeling the
barrier between them, he fancied that perhaps it might be removed more
easily by such another discussion. And this notion of his was not any
proof of want of subtlety on his part. Without knowing why, Hermione
felt a lack of self-confidence, a distressing, an almost unnatural
humbleness to-day. He partially divined the feeling. Possibly it
sprang from their difference of opinion on the propriety of Vere's
reading his books. He thought it might be so.


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