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" "There isn't an angel in heaven, Ruth, purer or sweeter than you are. She knew that her voice was superior to Annabel’s, and she had no further qualms. "Mrs. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was Nicholas’s wife, of course. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection. Then she would have quiet times, in which she would say to herself, “Now look here! Let me think it all out!” For the first time, it seemed to her, she faced the facts of a woman’s position in the world—the meagre realities of such freedom as it permitted her, the almost unavoidable obligation to some individual man under which she must labor for even a foothold in the world. ” “Wait,” she said. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition.
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