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He smiled tenderly. A nine days’ wonder is soon forgotten. Overcome by his affliction, Mr. That is why I have dyed my hair, that is why I have abandoned my rôle of ingenuèe and altered my whole style of dress. To-night she could have hugged both the old maids. There was no such a thing as perfection in a mixed world. He next searched for his stockings and shoes, and when found, put them on. 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. “She has one, that’s why. I miss them so. Kneebone and his friends would be glad of a little refreshment. " "I am not unprotected," rejoined the poor woman; "there's some one at the window. Besides this, each had a large black patch over his right eye, and a very queer twist at the left side of his mouth, so that if their object had been disguise, they could not have adopted better precautions. This started a thought moving.
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