Another door was next opened, and, preceded by the ordinary, with the sacred
volume in his hand, the prisoner entered the room. “Yes,” she said, “that is what we ought to do. No matter how
often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything
explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. We all did that in our youth, when first we
came upon a fine story; else we were worthless metal indeed. He stood back, smiling with an air of proprietorship, and looking about him at
the business-like equipment of the room. She had animated dark blue-gray eyes under her fine eyebrows, and
dark brown hair that rolled back simply and effectively from her broad low
forehead. That is why Wall Street broke your father; he was
honest.
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