You are nothing of the sort. ” She said, ignoring the absurdity of her own statement. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. It had been Ann Veronica’s lot as the youngest child to live in a home that became less animated and various as she grew up. The only difficulties that presented themselves clearly to her were the difficulties of getting away from Morningside Park, and not the difficulties at the other end of the journey. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to talk to each other. "Well, good night, Mr. He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. There must be real Valjeans, else how could authors write about them? Supposing some day she met one of these astonishing creators, who could make one cry and laugh and forget, who could thrill one with love and anger and tenderness? Most of us have witnessed carnivals. "You see?" Ruth said.
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