#my fellow devils

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The easy, friendly presence of someone who spoke her language and to whom she did not have to adapt herself, yet who extended her vision and made her value herself . . .

L. P. Hartley, from My Fellow Devils

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Her steps came quicker and she began to run.

L.P. Hartley, from My Fellow Devils

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She could not remember what it had been like to be in love with him; she could not think herself back into that position.

L. P. Hartley, from My Fellow Devils

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. . . surprised that she could still feel disappointed.

L. P. Hartley, from My Fellow Devils

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. . . unhappily aware that the more they argued the further from each other they became.

L. P. Hartley, from My Fellow Devils

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. . . she still wanted to get in touch with him—she hardly knew why, for talking to him had become a torment . . .

L. P. Hartley, from My Fellow Devils

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He was not treating her as an intelligent human being. He was treating her, how? As one of the vast audience of his fans, who could never think anything evil of him . . . the willing dupes of the illusion he knew so well how to create.

L. P. Hartley, from My Fellow Devils

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Love is irreplaceable by other activities and refuses substitutes.

L. P. Hartley, from My Fellow Devils