” “Why did you tell me? I thought—I thought we were going to be friends. . " This she did carefully, but inwardly commenting that he was still in the realm of strange fancies. He was not there. Compared with her father and Mr. I do not blame you for the act. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. But—he was cleverer than any of you. But when all was over, a sorrowful calm succeeded, and, if not free from grief, she was tranquil. She had been to San Francisco, and what I learned about the world was from her. The windows of these rooms were obscured with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their mantels were of a class apart.
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