I was helpless. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. ” “Severely dampened? By what?” “By hope. " "You are the kindest man I have ever known," said Ruth, unashamed of her tears. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. Annabel looked up and down the empty street, and then turned to her sister. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. She had something of the feeling a Hindoo must experience who has been into surroundings or touched something that offends his caste.
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