"Don't disturb yourself," continued the other, nowise disconcerted by the rebuke. " He ignored the command. ” She stopped buttoning her glove, and looked at him. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. I guess we could go for a ride. So I am already no longer the girl you knew at Morningside Park. "I will struggle no longer with destiny. I have counted you, and always hoped to count you, the best of my friends. But tell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. And in reality even that magic garden-close resolves itself into a villa at Morningside Park and my father being more and more cross and overbearing at meals—and a general feeling of insecurity and futility.
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