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But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. For nothing will ever convince me that it is not the man’s share in life to shield, to protect, to lead and toil and watch and battle with the world at large. ’ ‘How can you possibly enquire for her?’ demanded Hilary acidly.
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