That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. Not at all. "No!" she cried. " "I think I remember reading something about your father in the papers," observed Wood. “Some day,” she answered. ” “On the contrary,” Anna whispered quietly, “we met in a small boarding-house where I was stopping.
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