" "Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. I’ll wait my whole life!” He cried. His brain reeled. No matter what they do, always someone to bolster them up, to lend them money, and to coddle them. “It may not be just and so forth, but, after all, it is how things are. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. The youth with his hair like Russell cleared his throat and said rather irrelevantly that he knew a man who knew Thomas Bayard Simmons, who had rioted in the Strangers’ Gallery, and then Capes, finding them all distinctly pro-Ann Veronica, if not profeminist, ventured to be perverse, and started a vein of speculation upon the Scotchman’s idea—that there were still hopes of women evolving into something higher. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart.
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