The young man was mollified by her sympathy, and flattered by the obvious attempts of several of the other guests to draw him into conversation. " "Wood!" exclaimed Trenchard,—"of Wych Street?" "The same. You are the one person I can understand and feel—feel right with. But, not daring to confess his want of comprehension, he made a profound reverence, and retired. She recoiled. ‘To where has he gone off?’ ‘No use asking me,’ shrugged the captain. ” “You could never be that,” he answered, “but you are at least more serious than usual. . That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise.
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