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The expression was wholly different. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. You have the gift of words, but you haven't started to create yet. See paragraph 1. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. ” “Oh, damn the thing!” Sir John exclaimed, tucking the loose ends inside his coat. She found herself struggling with a storm of tears. You are a girl with very little.
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