Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. But when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were clenched, and she carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher. ‘God loves you, even if your father didn’t. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. ‘Sapristi. She evolved a dim image of herself cooped up in a house under the benevolent shadow of Mr. His feet would have the firm texture of his hands. ’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. The little pucker in her brows became more perceptible. Give up your lonely hours of work here. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. Ownership seemed only a reasonable return for the cares and expenses of a daughter’s upbringing.
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