Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. “No, I’d like to. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. Only a few weeks ago there was a bloody battle on the bridge there between the soldiery and the local police. She seemed to have recovered herself as he returned, but rose as if she would go back to the saloon. Give me this picture. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?” There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner.
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