Through all he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one moved. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. He had barely said, \"Anytime,\" before she shut the door rather rudely in his face. They got on wonderfully well together. Manning’s handwriting had an air of being clear without being easily legible; it was large and rather roundish, with a lack of definition about the letters and a disposition to treat the large ones as liberal-minded people nowadays treat opinions, as all amounting to the same thing really—a yearssmoothed boyish rather than an adult hand. The two young fools laughed until they cried. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. ” “You disappoint me,” she said wearily.
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