‘Not here. "Winifred Wood will never marry, unless the grave can give up its dead. A dissipated, loose-living man. "Restore it," he cried, in an authoritative voice. But what he did say is that he thinks the Valades will receive very short shrift from his greatuncle the general. Jonathan laughed scornfully. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. She comprehends what we're about. Her eyes were lit with mirth, the corners of her mouth quivered.
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