The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. 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. And go quickly that I may finish to search. “I don’t see what else I could have said,” he remarked. She addressed him in a tone of puzzlement. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. “Suppose I chuck it,” she remarked, standing with the mauve slip in her hand —“suppose I chuck it, and surrender and go home! Perhaps, after all, Roddy was right! “Father keeps opening the door and shutting it, but a time will come— “I could still go home!” She held Ramage’s check as if to tear it across. " Mr. ’ ‘How could he when he didn’t even handle it himself? Went off, I told you, and left it all to me.
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