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"Well, my dear, I've a proposal to make in regard to this babby of yours, which may, or may not, be agreeable. . He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts. You shall know the truth. “There is no doubt whatever about that. She had once reconciled in her mind that she was happy as long as she had him. He had chosen his time well. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against. But I’d have done it without, though it weren’t my place. About many of these houses hung a mysterious taint as of something weakly and commonly and dustily evil; the women who negotiated the rooms looked out through a friendly manner as though it was a mask, with hard, defiant eyes.
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