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Some automaton within her produced in a quite unfamiliar voice the remark, “They’re playing football. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died. The conceit of Howard Spurlock in imagining he knew what mental suffering was! But Enschede was right: Ruth must never know. The shouts of indignation—the frightful yells now raised baffle description. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him. ” “You mean—you think——” “Hush! I think that he was concealed in my room, and Annabel and he met there.
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