There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. “She can’t go now. Before her was a great Gothic portal. Such was the simple code that displayed itself in all his thoughts. 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. ” “I believe you,” she murmured. And look down, so. " "Never!" cried Mrs. “He seems like such a nice boy. Around him were all the evidences of plenty. Wild's busy.
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