"In Heaven's name! what's all this?" cried Wood. "There's only one way out of the muddle, that I can see. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. This was the first young man who had drawn from her something more than speculative interest. ‘What?’ Roding snapped, coming quickly to tower above the window seat. . He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. “What a hypocrite you are. Her hair had begun to grow back, it now swept to her shoulders.
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