He did not speak for a moment. “Go on!” she commanded. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve. The impassivity of her features changed at last. “I meant to say good-bye to you to-night. In her case the barrier was not selfishness but the perception that her interest would be misinterpreted, naturally. Always remember that. If only to say goodbye. 82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. Eight per cent. .
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