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🎮 “But he’s quite common, isn’t he?” he asked again. “I’ve only met him in public.” “It can be a respectable ambition,” suggested Joan.!

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She reached home in the evening. The Phillips’s old rooms had been twice let since Christmas, but were now again empty. The McKean with his silent ways and his everlasting pipe had gone to America to superintend the production of one of his plays. The house gave her the feeling of being haunted. She had her dinner brought up to her and prepared for a long evening’s work; but found herself unable to think—except on the one subject that she wanted to put off thinking about. To her relief the last post brought her a letter from Arthur. He had been called to Lisbon to look after a contract, and would be away for a fortnight. Her father was not as well as he had been. She sat motionless, staring at it. The problem, in some way, had simplified itself into a contest between herself, demanding time to think, and the little insistent clock, shouting to her to act upon blind impulse. If she could remain motionless for another five minutes, she would have won.!
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“I don’t know what I should do without you, I really don’t,” confessed the grateful lady. “If ever I become a Prime Minister’s wife, it’s you I shall have to thank. You’ve got so much courage yourself, you can put the heart into him. I never had any pluck to spare myself.” “Oh, you know,” explained Flossie. “Like a volcano compressed into a steam engine.”
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“Why is the Press always so eager for war?” mused Joan. “According to their own account, war doesn’t pay them.” Mr. Simson was visibly shocked. Evidently he was less familiar with the opinions of The Rationalist than he had thought. “But where are your clothes?” was Mrs. Munday’s wonder.
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