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" "'The avenger of blood himself shall slay the murderer'," said Wood, who was culling for himself certain texts from the scriptures. 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. So the charge was dismissed. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. “Look at our clothes,” she exclaimed, “and besides, the funny little proprietor has gone down himself to help it along. It’s just life, pure life, life nascent, running clear and strong. I would have heard her. “But it still misses the nucleolus.
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