’ Gerald sat back in his chair, thinking hard. She turned her head to each side. Ann Veronica surveyed his sloping back for a moment, and then drew her microscope toward her. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. She recovered herself, however, with amazing facility. The sun never shone upon a lovelier couple than now approached the altar. Run away now, please. The audience was made up of parents, teachers, and a few other curious folks from town, all sitting hushed in anticipatory silence as the school orchestra assembled onstage. A faint, delightfully humorous smile parted her lips. “To tell you the truth, it has seemed just lately as though we were becoming in some measure estranged. She decided that she would try to push whatever resolve he had in the car to see where it would lead. And afterward she saw a very much larger and more enthusiastic gathering, a meeting of the advanced section of the woman movement in Caxton Hall, where the same note of vast changes in progress sounded; and she went to a soiree of the Dress Reform Association and visited a Food Reform Exhibition, where imminent change was made even alarmingly visible.
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