I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. She disengaged her hands and stood up. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. ” The hand lingered too long. ” He left her where she was, crying in the doorway. " There was a roaring in her ears like that of angry waters.
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