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I didn’t realize—I don’t see how I can get out of it now. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. She was writhing to get her hands loose and found herself gasping with passionate violence, “It’s damnable!—damnable!” to the manifest disgust of the fatherly policeman on her right.

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