Wood, who appeared to be collecting her energies for a terrible explosion, "in the hope that they may prove acceptable. \" \"All right. " He paused, and not without malice. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. And then they disgorged. "Do nothing without consulting my father—your father, Thames," she implored. “What can one say?” she exclaimed. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments.
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