A week later the manuscript was polished and typewritten, ready for the test. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. “You little wretch!” she exclaimed weakly. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky.
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