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The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. He—wanted to marry me. Suppose he stopped all her allowance, made it imperative that she should either stay ineffectually resentful at home or earn a living for herself at once. The lips were straight and pale, the chin aggressive, the nose indomitable. His father and mother were a lawyer and a doctor, respectively. ” With a murmured word of excuse she glided away, and Courtlaw, who had come with a mission which seemed to him to be one of life or death, was left to listen to the latest art jargon from Chelsea. 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. Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked. 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. That was an admission all right. It would put the whole adventure on a broader and better footing; it seemed, indeed, almost the only possible way in which she might emerge from her rebellion with anything like success. She laughed. ’ ‘But you must. I'll go alone. She cried out his name in ecstasy.
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