“Heavens!” she exclaimed. Arrived at the secret door, she grasped the lever that opened it and placed the lantern on the floor. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against. ” He smiled at the naiveté of her suggestion. Remember, some day you and I are going to have that book. “What is the exact force of a motif?” she asked at random. She felt pride sashay into her thoughts. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. But for him——” Something in her sister’s tone startled Anna. "I tell you what, Mr. ‘It is London’s loss, ma’am.
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