“That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured. She felt she must get him talking upon some impersonal theme at any cost. So while he talked to this girl of work and freedom, his slightly protuberant eyes were noting the gracious balance of her limbs and body across the gate, the fine lines of her chin and neck. Other things came. She brought her hands up to her head and ripped out two long chunks of her hair, pulling out shreds of scalp. And we won’t make it so. You need give yourself no more concern about Kneebone. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action.
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