She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. She fell into a pleasant dream of positions and work. 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. For a time I didn't know we'd ever find you. “Think of the mockery!” she said. We were going at a mad pace. His voice now had lost its ironies. One of his converted Kanakas dropped in one day. She seemed to have no idea whatever of the emotional states that were becoming to her age and position. "But you do agitate me so much.
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