The practice has been common for thousands of years. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. But I mean to have them. My dear—I can call you that here, anyhow—I know that. Her eyes still had the fevered glow of sickness, yet she seemed in perfect health. But, no. Despair engulfed her at the horrid remembrance that the one particular Englishman she knew to be sympathique did not at all wish to marry her. That is what I must do. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. “Vee!” said Miss Stanley, “you hear what your father says!” Miss Stanley struggled with emotion.
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