" "Then you will stay!" she cried, clapping her hands joyfully, "for I'm sure he won't part with you. I thought Mr. F. F. Wood. ” He went to the window and fidgeted with the blind, looking out to where the tree-tops of Regent’s Park showed distantly over the houses. Ah! but you can’t imagine what you are to me and what you mean to me! I suppose there is something mystical and wonderful about all women. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him, and think about him, and fail to get away from him? “It isn’t all of me. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. Died short, I suppose, and the girls had to shift for themselves.
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