‘You have said you do not wish to marry me,’ she accused. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. "Don't go, I beg of you!" she implored. " The lad made no answer, but left the room. His pulses beat fast as he walked, his feet fell lightly upon the pavement. He was ruffled, and his ears were red, no doubt from some adjacent controversy.
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