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“Oh, much better. Gay," he added, turning to the poet. “I love you, Anna, and I want you for my wife. On one side of the handbill a print of the reigning sovereign, Anne, had been pinned over the portrait of William the Third, whose aquiline nose, keen eyes, and luxuriant wig, were just visible above the diadem of the queen. ’ ‘It’s no use blaming me, Gerald,’ uttered Roding, shrugging helplessly as his senior turned questioning eyes on him. He savored the last solo, the coda. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. That boy—blind as a bat! Why, he hadn't seen the Woman until to-night! From the first chord of the Grieg concerto to the finale of the Chopin ballade, Ruth had sat tensely on the edge of her chair. Spurling, and her now accepted suitor, resumed their seats. “You were going to answer it?” “Certainly not!” she said deliberately.
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