He has a way of sitting on people. “Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. Leonardo had taught her pretty well everything she could have need to know, when they had talked long at his bedside. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. Brown was no fool, and he understood the sudden onus of the other children to share the limelight.
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