You have the gift of words, but you haven't started to create yet. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time
the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would
sit down at the piano and play. As he returned to the table, he put his
finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better
chance of winning his wager. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she
took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing
them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an
acceptable friend to accompany her. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had
seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. You have been to see your sister, of course. They were sounding more and more like
Civic every day. The gale had become a hurricane: that
hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. I can’t forget about your sister. ”
“Climbing?”
“Yes.
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