” “It wouldn’t be you either. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. Mr. A neat tale, giving little away. ” He came towards her with that in his face which filled her with blind terror. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Mr. Everything, my dear, everything!. I suppose this is what she learns in her infernal London colleges.
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