As he lay on his back, he fancied himself gradually slipping off the platform. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. "Ah!" exclaimed Wild, looking angrily towards his supposed attendant. . I don’t idealize you. “Of course,” said Miss Miniver—she went on in a regularly undulating voice —“we DO please men. There was now no honest way of warning Taber that the net had been drawn. It occurred to Ann Veronica once that she had known him when he was younger, but day had followed day, and each had largely obliterated the impression of its predecessor. "And so shall I," replied Edgeworth Bess. . She was reasonably certain why. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover.
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