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"Souls," she answered, drily. Place a pistol at my
ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. “Suppose I chuck it,” she remarked, standing with the mauve slip in her hand
—“suppose I chuck it, and surrender and go home! Perhaps, after all, Roddy was
right!
“Father keeps opening the door and shutting it, but a time will come—
“I could still go home!”
She held Ramage’s check as if to tear it across. ”
She rang the bell, and he waited by her side until she was admitted to the tall,
gloomy lodging-house. That was the
inconvenience of it; her head was swimming. ' That has always haunted me. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own
natural buoyancy. She knew
that in her new rôle she was as likely as not to be a rank failure. So she said: “I won’t come home.
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