" "Power o' mercy!" cried Blueskin starting. Slowly Prudence Sindlesham nodded her head, her eyes never leaving his face. “Or I know another one who wears cologne. They will guess that I am English. 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. He knew. She had to wait some minutes in an outer office, wherein three young men of spirited costume and appearance regarded her with ill-concealed curiosity and admiration. "You've given him a broken head, I perceive. She decided to call in the help of Teddy Widgett, or, failing him, of one of his sisters. “One would think I had said nothing about the matter. They shall hear of me no more. She glanced into his face. You are the most beautiful, the most desirable thing I have ever met in this world.
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