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A woman such as I am might help take care of Mr. Everything. Quilt Arnold was stationed at the stair-head, near which the boat containing the captive boy was moored. What he needed most in this hour was a bottle of American rye-whisky and a friendly American bar-keep to talk to. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover. The jailers robbed the prisoners: the prisoners robbed one another. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle. I don’t want to know. “Dear friend,” she said, “remember that you are speaking to one who has failed in the only serious object which she has ever sought to accomplish. For all you might know, I might have someone watching you. .
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