I want you to be my
wife. She dropped a flower—it’s in my
pocket-book now. ”
“Not exactly. 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. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of
the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had
gathered. “Manning,” she said, and contemplated a figure of inaggressive persistence. The Chapel. It saved me the
bother of being studied. “Yes. Taber's room at once," Ruth
ordered. “This wonderful affection of
yours for my sister, does it date from your first meeting with her in Paris?”
He hesitated.
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