“By Jove!” he said, “there is something direct about you. If I had been quite quiet and white and dignified,
wouldn’t it have been different? Would he have dared?. Probably some woman on the loose; they were
as thick as flies over here—dizzy blondes. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover. Ann Veronica watched her and wondered about her. “I have hurt my father,” she said; “I have hurt my aunt. The Ragged Edge. "Mind, I, Rykhart Van Galgebrok predict it. His brain reeled. As long as your son
observes that precept I'll befriend him, but no longer. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like
languid as the night sky.
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