Even the teachers were getting restless, the seniors gnawing hard at the bit as graduation teased. In a moment or two, Madame Valade recovered her sangfroid. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America. “Only you are the woman I love, and you are in trouble. For such of us as pretend to be wise—and we are but fools in a lesser degree—we know that humanity moves onward only by the impellant of fine dreams. You have been going out every morning, and coming home late—tired out—too tired to come down to dinner.
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