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Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle. It had, as it were, blown up at the concussion of his first step. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. 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. ” Ennison had things to say, but he looked at her and held his tongue. It was a hoax, it was the only thing possible, until she heard Cathy say, “Let me hold those for you. ‘You are there. Part 7 “And what are you doing here, young lady,” he said, looking up at her face, “wandering alone so far from home?” “I like long walks,” said Ann Veronica, looking down on him.
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