He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. He donned his winter coat. ” She said to him as they walked past houses down the block. I am aware that you ran away from there, but—’ ‘Certainly I ran away,’ she said, meeting his gaze with defiance in her own. “Do you know, I have been wondering what had become of you,” she said. But the love of life prevailed over his fears. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. It was precious for two reasons: it was the photograph of her beautiful mother whom she could not remember, and it would identify her to the aunt in Hartford. There were so many things about her which he could not understand. “She’s proclaimed herself queen of the school. ” Suppose she were to add, “I am going away!” “I’m glad to hear you say it,” said Mr. gutenberg. \" \"I'm sorry I didn't call. Her voice recalled him. It had certainly caused some havoc in the uninhabited mansion, chewing through Holland covers to get at the furniture beneath, and knocking down a fire guard and a couple of wooden stands.
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