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She thought of him as always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself, wondering if this bit of mummery would get over. That’s— that’s my private life. “No. . . And then this girl had to sweep into and out of his life! He recalled McClintock's comment about Spurlock being the kind that fell soft. “Anna,” he cried eagerly. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. ‘Got you!’ ‘You!’ Stunned, Melusine moved quickly away from the tell-tale bookshelf. “Nice sleeve,” she said, and came to his hand and kissed it. “Oh, you can act!” she cried. ’ She turned and swept away from him, pacing the length of the room to the window Gerald had unshuttered. Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter contrived to have a violent quarrel. " "Never fear," replied Jack.
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