“What’s the objection?” “I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the key of the conversation. ” He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks, listening to his retreating footsteps. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. There were words, then, that ran on indefinitely, with reversals? Here they meant one thing; there, the exact opposite.
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