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🎮 It was not of herself she was thinking. It was for his work’s sake that she wanted to be near to him always: that she might counsel him, encourage him. For this she was prepared to sacrifice herself, give up her woman’s claim on life. They would be friends, comrades—nothing more. That little lurking curiosity of hers, concerning what it would be like to feel his strong arms round her, pressing her closer and closer to him: it was only a foolish fancy. She could easily laugh that out of herself. Only bad women had need to be afraid of themselves. She would keep guard for both of them. Their purity of motive, their high purpose, would save them from the danger of anything vulgar or ridiculous. She had listened to him without interrupting, and even now she did not speak for a while.!

🏆 “I’ll give him your message,” said Joan. “But I don’t see him exchanging his principles even for your support. I admit it’s important.” The laugh died away and a shadow fell upon his face.!

🔥 Download 21 game “Oh, why don’t you chuck it,” advised Miss Ensor, “give the Bourgeois a rest.” She stooped and kissed the little withered face.!🔥