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2165	Eliot, George	The Lifted Veil			.txt	text/plain	17964	727	70	left my mind resting on the word _Prague_, with a strange sense that a "Well, Latimer, you thought me long," my father said . "Well, Latimer, you thought me long," my father said . Presently he said, "That young lady is Bertha Grant, Mrs. Filmore's shuddered--I despised this woman with the barren soul and mean thoughts; moment on the bridge at Prague, that Bertha would one day be my wife, my moment the shadow of my vision--the Bertha whose soul was no secret to hope utterly left me, when the sadness I had felt in Bertha's growing how I looked at that moment, for I saw myself in Bertha's thought as she A graceful, brilliant woman, like Bertha, who smiled on morning Bertha's mind, as she stood before me, except scorn for the look of Bertha's mind towards this woman a mingled feeling of fear and	./cache/2165.txt	./txt/2165.txt