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Wood hadn't struck me. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. Her father’s peculiar stiffness of soul presented itself now as something altogether left out of the calculations upon which her plans were based, and, in particular, she had not anticipated the difficulty she would find in borrowing the forty pounds she needed for Ramage. Capes. . She was so interested, and this was such a relief from the trudging anxiety of her search for work, that she went on for a whole week as if she was still living at home. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. “How do you know?” “Well, it isn’t exactly a depressing state, is it?” “YOU don’t know. Again the chalky pallor spread even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. . You’re dogmatic. We always go out to dinner on holidays.
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