On the left lay the heights of Hampstead, studded with villas, while farther off a hazy cloud marked the position of the metropolis. Jack, whose back was towards it, did not see it; but he heard, from the pitying exclamations of the crowd, that it was in view. “I’m a big boy, you know. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. She looked about, watching a massive green storm cloud building in the west. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. “I—I didn’t love the man I was engaged to,” she said.
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