” “I am staying,” she answered coolly, “at a small boarding-house near Russell Square. Easily I could have killed you. ‘Of course I see that,’ she said impatiently. There were lines in her face that age had not put there. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. The black clad students streamed slowly to their positions carrying their instruments like offerings to the pilgrimage.
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