You shall tell me if I am wrong. ‘That was one of my own clever stories. He misstated her age and address; but you can’t get home on him for a thing like that. "But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. ’ ‘Do not say so. It was horrible, but what could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and insults, to prevent her. But at the word “home” she turned again. ’ It is the Press who find her out. The sidewalk resonated with the pounding of cold rain by the time she left the building.
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