That is my way, my dear. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. She had been fighting down this thought for days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done— married a girl who was not his equal in anything.
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