" "Stand out of earshot," rejoined his leader. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. However having a considerable amount of pride, she decided she would disavow these undesirable topics and keep her mind away from them just as far as she could, but it left her at the end of her school days with that wrapped feeling I have described, and rather at loose ends. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers. CHAPTER XII.
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