I can understand
now these newspapers when they talk of your magnificent philanthropy. “‘A SONG OF LADIES AND MY LADY
“‘Saintly white and a lily is Mary,
Margaret’s violets, sweet and shy;
Green and dewy is Nellie-bud fairy,
Forget-me-nots live in Gwendolen’s eye. Anna glanced into her sister’s face, and rose to her feet. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover. "Where are you going?" she asked. Also he
had said—laughing in that way with his eyes which made a flutter in her chest—
that Prudence will find an Englishman to marry her. "Blueskin's a friend in need," he said. Everything in this world changed—except human folly. Most of them didn’t, anyhow. There would be ultimate misery, but it would be needless cruelty to give her a
push toward it. She felt her
canines grow, the hunger consuming her. “You are of the genus obstinate,” he said. He uttered a short laugh.
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