The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. " "On the contrary, if that is a specimen, they must be poets. I didn’t get it, why she put on the innocent act. " "It's mine, I'll be sworn," rejoined Wood. The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. He took into his soul some of the father's misery, some of the daughter's, to mingle with his own. 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. I don’t think that the rest of the people here like us very well, do they, Arthur, so we’re obliged to be friends. "How so?" asked Wild, curiously. She hated being angry, the uselessness of it all, the frustration.
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