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Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way. "Let me go," cried Winifred. She stood up before him, smiling faintly. The nose was long and sharp, the chin pointed, the forehead broad and flat, and connected, without any intervening hollow, with the eyelid; the teeth when displayed, seemed to reach from ear to ear. Ramage, by a hundred skilful hints had led her to realize that the problem of her own life was inseparably associated with, and indeed only one special case of, the problems of any woman’s life, and that the problem of a woman’s life is love. He misstated her age and address; but you can’t get home on him for a thing like that. And then came the vile experience of being forced and borne along the street to the police-station. "Tom," continued Kneebone, calling to the shop-boy, "don't go home.
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