“I’ll buy a new one. I will give you all some tea, and then I must leave you for a few minutes. Voilà tout. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover. "Teach you to keep your distance!" retorted Mrs. McClintock would be on hand to tell her how and where to obtain this freedom. “I mean to go to prison directly the session is over,” said Miss Klegg. As matters now stand, I'm only a thief, not a blackguard. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug.
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