If so I shall have to leave. Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?” There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. I have counted you, and always hoped to count you, the best of my friends. For the most part these were detached people: men practising the plastic arts, young writers, young men in employment, a very large proportion of girls and women—self-supporting women or girls of the student class. Your husband could have told you that. They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. Water sprung from the corners of the school roof, turning it into a gigantic fountain.
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