She tossed her head, and, having no further words, moved toward the door. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. But I am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better said. “Please stay,” she said briefly. " "Generous girl!" cried Jack from behind the skreen. ‘So now we come to it. You have the gift of words, but you haven't started to create yet. Anna never knew whither it had led her— sometimes she had fears.
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