She leaped to a world of shabby knowledge, of furtive base realizations. “I’m not that beautiful. Forgive my daring. Even now he was not at all sure that she was not playing with him. Is all that folly done with—for ever?” Annabel shivered ever so slightly. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. Without realizing what she has done, she's made a dreadful mess of it. ’ ‘It’s no use you being superior,’ said Roding severely. " "Do girls have puppy-love?" "Land sakes, yes! On the average they are worse than the boys. “It’s still a marvel to me that we are to be forgiven,” she said, turning. I said as how I’d tell Mr Jarvis as he wanted to take you away. “Anna, you are the dearest, bravest sister in the world,” she cried. Behind every one of these myriad fronts she passed there must be a career or careers. At the bottom of the trunk I found two of my mother's dresses.
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