You—It’s jolly of you to confide in me. "What's the matter with the man?" demanded Wild. ” “Upon my word,” he declared, “you are right. ” The redness in his face betrayed him. They trudged and talked, and Manning struggled, as he said, to “get the hang of it all. ” He left her where she was, crying in the doorway. She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. ‘It is imbecile that you are.
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