"As long as I live, I'll never forget that dress of hers," Prudence declared. “She’s all right. That is what marriage is to most young women: the ultimate escape from the family, from the unwritten laws that govern children. “You’re so cute. “He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great horrid hands. “You don’t propose, do you,” she said quietly, “that I should take this man for my husband?” “You can drive him away,” Annabel cried. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. " "Wrong? What the devil could be wrong?" McClintock had demanded, irascibly. “I’m not that beautiful. So he decided to stay. ‘Well, shan’t I come to the major’s house up Stratton Street, sir?’ ‘I’ll give the major your report, Trodger.
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