“And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. ” She controlled a sob. She danced with two others. Deny me, if you please. It isn’t the same thing. Manning, her aunt and father, neighbors, customs, traditions, forces. ” He sidled toward her, but she recoiled from him, leaving him in possession of the hearth-rug.
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