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“Good,” he said, as he watched the colour come back to her cheeks. A failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her ambitions, with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she was yet to be denied all coherent means of expression. Earles,” she exclaimed. Instead, her husband was probably wise. Good night! God bless you!" Upon this, there was a great shaking of hands, with renewed apologies and protestations of friendship on both sides; after which Mr. ” “You are wonderful!” she murmured. Captain Kneebone! we must trouble you to accompany us. When she told him that the natives called her The Dawn Pearl, his delight was unbounded. 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. She went into premature labor. Why should God give particular attention to such a prayer, when He had ignored all others? Certainly there was a trap somewhere. And, if it had not been for a taste for plotting, which was continually getting him into scrapes, he might have been accounted a respectable member of society.
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