Not I. "My head fairly turns round. She had a horrible glimpse of the once
nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very
muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared,
white, but triumphant. “It would have been rash and
unwise,” she said at the end of a meditation. I do not want to get only a second-hand
flavour of life. Miss Garvice repeated again, and almost in the same words she used at every
discussion, her contribution to the great question. Do you
know, I am beginning to believe that we only exist nowadays by the tolerance of
these millionaire tradesmen. There was a round table covered, not
with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably
with the wall-paper.
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