It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal. ’ ‘So would you run away,’ she uttered impulsively. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. “I do hope you will see how things are, and not be offended with me or frightfully shocked and distressed by what I have done. They got on wonderfully well together. Even that he was an interfering person, if he walked through that door this moment, she would fling herself at him and weep all over his chest. So do please believe that in this matter I am acting for the best. "I've known him all my life," replied the other. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing.
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