Will you let me go out of this room?” “No,” cried Ramage; “hear me out! I’ll have that satisfaction, anyhow. I’ve got imagination. Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly. I was sure you could not have the heart to slay a child—an innocent child. She did not remember how many seasons it took before she relented, how much time before she decided to toy with his affections. He moved slightly, and she went on, with a slight catching of her breath: “It’s a bother and disturbance, but you see—” She had to go through with it now, because she could think of nothing but her preconceived words. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter.
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