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She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. “Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. “There is no remedy, girls,” she began, breathlessly, “except the Vote. ” She breathed an inner sigh of relief. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. She gave her lips to his without resistance. Wood, disdainfully. I’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out. You'll never be guided by me—never!" "Indeed, my love, you're entirely mistaken," returned the carpenter, endeavouring to deprecate his wife's rising resentment by the softest looks, and the meekest deportment. He made a movement toward her, and then recalled the circumstances of their last conversation in that study.
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