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You are too credulous. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. Anna was singing as she used to sing. And why, after all, should she not borrow money from Ramage? It was so true what he said; middle-class people WERE ridiculously squeamish about money. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. “It was a phase,” she said. It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. “Mary Lucia. By and by he gathered enough courage to lean toward her. He drew a little sigh of relief. " "Well, you'll have lots of time down there. Returning in moments, Mr.
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