The open air and the sense of being out of doors bewildered Sasha
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of presence was so great that people never credited her with feeling
perfectly inadequate and gauche when she had to say something at a
party. But so it was; and she was glad that she was with Bertram, who
could be trusted, even out of doors, to talk without stopping. Written
down what he said would be incredible--not only was each thing he said in
itself insignificant
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remarks. Indeed, if one had taken a pencil and written down his very
words--and one night of his talk would have filled a whole book--no one
could doubt
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