’ A peal of laughter came from the girl. I knew it was in vain to cry 'murder!' in the Mint, so I had recourse to stratagem. "What is this?" she wanted to know. " "A white wall is a fool's paper, Jack,—remember that," rejoined Wood. I've come to take you back home. Suppose—suppose a girl did want to start in life, start in life for herself—” She looked him frankly in the eyes. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. She had always had a wonderful ear for phrasing, even back in the days of the viol.
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